Well I came from Alabama With a banjo on my knee I'm goin' to Louisiana My true love for to see It rained all night the day I left The weather it was
rose Quando il giorno se ne va A cercar qualcuno da svegliare Dove osano le rose Dove tieni i tuoi bijoux Che ti metti per farti guardare Dove osano le rose
and didn't drink But at least you thought you wanted it, Tat's so much more than I can say for me What a good year for the roses Many blooms still linger
i've never felt this way my dying love is surpassing these memories bleed through and remain you took me as a joke like a plastic toy but i won't break
decouvre ta culture Nettoie le jardin et vide l'ordure Tes enfants ne pourront plus jamais dire de telles choses. Ou sont les roses, ou sont les roses
(J. Baez) [Instrumental]
I know where the roses go Who do what they should do, And baby, you won't go where the roses go If you can't be true. Today I saw the roses die, The
Non e un dolore in piu e paura o ancora di piu e leggero e strano e qualcosa che mi sospinge in te piano? Non e un profumo in piu non e il vento
rose?) Where is my rose? My rose, my rose, my rose, my rose Where is my rose? My rose, my rose, my rose, my rose Where is my rose? My rose, my rose, my rose
Guarda siamo soli in questa stanza eppure c'e qualcuno che ci guarda senti non ne senti di rumori eppure c'e qualcosa che si muove bacia quello che
Behold the fishnet slut tonight Hustle Rose goes from limb to limb Fingertip to painted lip she sways her way up to him Says, ?Now that your wallet is
Sooner or later you and me will be lost dumb blind and free sooner or later you and i won't have anywhere to hide sooner or later everyone catches up
Dolcemente nel meglio di te Rose rosse e caffe C?e una stella e dipende da noi Se l?accendi sara una luce che luce ti da Un pensiero per te Rose rosse
Hello boys I've been away On a bit of a holiday To the land where the rivers freely flow And the cattle roam on the wild callagh Walking home three parts
La roue tourne a ce qu'il parait Et moi je mise tout ce que j'ai A ce jeu qu'on appelle la vie Je lance les des et les paris Heureux aux jeux, malheureux
Night is fallin' on this honky tonk city country music spliin' out on the street sure can sound good to a hard workin' man at the end of a hard workin
winter with solitude wandering (within me) Where Once the Sun Rose - a wolf's destiny lonely forever be Standing as statue... Where Once the Sun Rose