le projo bleu des arenes Danser des tangos pheniciens Entre les bras de fausses phoceennes Ecoute au banquet des abysses Les volcans jeter leurs fusees Nourrir les prochains sacrifices Et le
Traduzione: Johnny Hallyday. Il banchetto Grand.
[50 Cent] I hear a lotta talkin niggaz must be mad at BANKS But there only one problem niggaz ain't as bad as BANKS Nigga yous front you gon get shot
Banquet in the honor of sweet Mary mother of god's garnered virgin rump.
(feat. Goldy, Too $hort) [Ant Banks: spoken] Oooh, goddamn, I'm glad you set it off Ha ha, yeah, you know Pooh-Man, big sucker, fat face fucker So
No one notices the heater humming until the heater is turned off then the silence hits And I wonder does it hit you as well because its so quiet here
You in my arms bumpy road below highway signs hurt my eyes rain rolls down the window like tears roll from your eyes yet it never comes as a surprise
It was just another sunday night without you your a girl so special your a girl so true i still remember december twenty-two nineteen ninety-eight.that
This happens all too much. The truth is not shown and the decisions are not clear and it keeps me awake at night staring at the clock watching hours
As I stepped off my porch today I was hit by an unmistakeable warm breeze it took me back to your street where my whole childhood was for so many years
Please tell me something. could it be the best in my life and i like you a lot and you know tha tmuch is true. you and me were meant to be together forever
A relationship i thought could last, a hundred lifetimes now its over and it hasnt even been one your the one who puts me through this, and i dont even
Three words you dont say to me anymore i love you. i really miss those words alot. i want you to know. i miss you girl (i miss you) when will you come
I was standing in line getting hit on at the bank What kind of man do you think I am? Because I have a bad haircut Because I wear a leather jacket I
One must be remiss when their prospects of bliss Will abandon all reason to blend with decay A banquet of fools in the lunatic season The cards that
Sign me a picture of the queen now Dirty little bitch, fucking little cow Way down in there It?s no fucking use Gonna be a victim Of the working class
In the backseats of burned out cars. In the disenchantment lane. The ideal angels twist and turn, ask forgiveness for future mistakes. But you and I
"all hope abandon, ye who enter here" said the sign i read that was hanging above her bed and the sirens all were wailing but a man can ignore the signs