: ACROSS THE DESERT, THROUGH THE PLAINES FREEDOM RIDERS, IN ANGER THEY CAME UNDER COVER O' PROPHETS AND THE WORDS OF THE SAINTS DOIN' ALL
: So close yet so far you taste it on the tip of Your toungue this bittersweet feeling A falling star by my window pane Reminds me of those songs that
: My actions are useless. We thought we've seen it all, Time and time again Is this a dream? Or can I can you in the morning? As we go through
: Ich hab da so ne klitzekleine Schwache - Zu der ich voll und ganz und ehrlich steh' Bei mir da tanzen die Hormone Mambo Wenn ich nur dicke Madchen
: L'homme dota d'un nom chaque animal Au matin des temps, au premier temps des temps L'homme dota d'un nom chaque animal Dans la nuit des temps, loin
: Strofa1 Gli amici vanno e vengono quanti soldi si spendono i momenti son frammenti di cui non mi dimentico ma ti ricordi i visi si visibili tra sorrisi
: (?Escucha que tengo! Sino me quedo solo...) Chorus: Ay, que nombre Repetido otra vez Siempre asi Lo quiero otra vez Ay, tu nombre Esta vez lo digo
: These don't have a name I've been a fool to let it out that way And it'll keep on coming back A fool gets laughed at and I'll go on and on and on Letting
: 1 - Name callin' hasn't fallen into what I'm runnin' I wouldn't dis another sista unless she had it comin' Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Repeat 1 ?? I'm 'bout
: Yo, I got a name for all my guns I nickname 'em ya dig? Qadir, check I got a nickname for all my guns a Desert Eagle that I call Big Pun a two shot
: (feat. Keith Murray) [Keith Murray] yo [Obie Trice] real name no gimmicks nigga O. Trice and Keith (that's right) My nigga speak (the most beautifullest
: [Obie Trice] Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks Rap; I been in it ever since I was invented That's cuz a nigga live it My records wield digits in history
: Un giro al freddo come sempre la notte Che non ci siano guai Un libro i guanti la cintura il cappotto Che non si sa mai Come son belle la montagne
: (Lydia Howard Huntley Sigourney (1791 - 1865)) Ye shall say they all have passed away, That noble race and brave, That their light canoes have vanish
: tomorrow...will you forget...i'll wait in a "wall"...these pictures are not feelings...i'll wait in a wall...count minutes...like they're seconds...
: Antonio Botto ? Jose Antonio Amaral Quem e que abraca o meu corpo / Na penumbra do meu leito? / Quem e que beija o meu rosto, / Quem e que morde o
: D. Mourao Ferreira ? Alain Oulman Nome de rua quieta / onde a noite ninguem passa... / Onde o ciume e uma seta, / onde o amor e uma taca... / Nome
: Strophe 1: Ich pass mich niemand an, denn diese Stra?en sind ein Niemandsland, nennt mich arrogant doch an, mich kommt niemand ran. Stellt mich an