tre colpi di pistola per far fuori quel monarca banditi d'altri tempi che i maestri non ci insegnano maestri banditi ma i banditi non ti spiegano banditi
e rossa e rossa di violenza bisogna piangere i sogni per capire che l'unica giustizia borghese si e spenta No, no, no, non si puo piu dormire la luna e rossa
(feat. Chris De Burgh) I've never seen you looking so lovely as you did tonight, I've never seen you shine so bright, I've never seen so many men
in red Chorus: I'm not the kind to make up my mind To lose sanity; lose my head For some girl in red I smell the smoke; still hear the band Taste the
Beach Boy Charli Baltimore (He Wears A Red Bandana) Rockstar We Are The Black Gang Free Shye Mother Fuckers! (He Wears A Red Bandana) [Chorus
Sotto un cielo di ombre rosse come lupi nella neve passeremo queste terre desolate senza sole Tutti a terra faccia in giu messi al bando dalle citta
Reaching depths of clarity I'm not supposed to be like this I should be on the top of the world Is anybode out there like me? I followed - something
J'ai surpris, dans ses prieres, Mon enfant disant "Mon Dieu, Donnez-moi des rubans rouges, Des rubans pour mes cheveux" Les boutiques etaient fermees
We were once friends Now it's at an end Everything is gone Now it's all done I wanted her, she wanted me I'm sorry it just couldn't be I like you, you
I packed a bag. With clean underwear and bore. Some worry and nag. And more stuff from the top drawer. I packed some drag. And I took it out on tour.
When you think nothing could be further from the truth. When you're sure nothing could be further from the cold hard truth. I kneel to condition all
By: B. Kynard and L. Hampton Red top My little red top See how you got me spinning Going 'round and 'round And I don't wanna stop You've got me
"Ecco la banda degli zulu" dice la gente di sangue blu "son tutti matti" qualcuno fa e un altro dice " sara l'eta" Son seduti alla fontana non li vogliono
Red flags are vying for my attention Nothing adds up Getting by on old goodwill Backtracking thoughts from their destination I closed my eyes thinking
Sick of trying to find a way inside Sick and tired of all the after Sick of trying ot find a way to slide Even though it always ends in laughter Its
The sun is setting out my window Only empty fields and a lone silo In this kind of light things seem so strange And an archland burns far away I had