Traduzione: Os Paralamas Do Sucesso. Long Way.
I know I make you pick it up when you break it I know you sometimes wish I'd let you be If you ever wonder if I have the patience To let you fall flat
in the sky. Love me when your high. Leave me when you cry. I know it all takes time. Like a river running dry when the suns to bright. So long this is
So I've brokened my routine without a trace with a shot of rudder I've slapped away my past And I watch it desappear behind te horizon without a wave
Are there surely many pressures or my head has become heavier for my arms missin'something that moves me on, and you're only brakin my delirium or my
Can you see that kid stop at the traffic lights? he's waiting for a sign to go away to reach his destination wont be easy he's always ends up sitting
my thougts,no at all all my problems that you've never known but I'll be ever over you because my legs are too fast to be catched and my name is too long
Falling down again inside my past choked by memories and asking help and I don't know what's happening to me all my joys and all my fears rapid photograms
Time seemed like stopped i know that it's what I ever wanted but sittin in the back of car I realize that it was just a short bracket,a short time in
Passing by my old school meeting my old friends for jokes and more what I see with my eyes? the girl that I've ever just lookin for and now it seems
And I'm here waiting for the show but when is it, I don't know and I stay here just for her whisper she comes to me first Me, sittin in this tray with
My life is going nowhere fast i look my past alone here with my pain and all the things i must do i don't know i can't i was there and i'm sure now i
(Corneille) Nous sommes nos propres peres Si jeunes et pourtant si vieux, ca me fait penser, tu sais Nous sommes nos propres meres Si jeunes et si
long will they mourn me (It's still on nigga) How long will they mourn my brother How long will they mourn me I wish it would have been another (Yeah) How long
It's down to this I've got to make this life make sense Can anyone tell what I've done I miss the life I miss the colors of the world Can anyone tell
Reda -Ouais gros!! -elle est ou Josephine! -allez laissez moi de toi! -ah bon c'est comme ca! -mat hanich! -113 Taliani! -c'est bon! refrain: Reda
[Reda Taliani:] - Ouais gros! - Elle est ou Josephine! - Allez laissez moi de toi! - Ah bon c'est comme ca! - Mat hanich! - 113 Taliani! - C'est bon! [
I knew that was so exquisite. You long for the flowers I get more from the hours spent Man instead of free of descent A day without argument You said you long