When I was a young girl trying to find my way above the treetops, the treetops, the treetops... When I was a young girl trying to find my way above
(John Dowland) The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall The fly her spleen, the little spark his heat; The slender hairs cast shadows, through but
her way above the tree tops The tree tops, the tree tops When I was a young girl Trying to find her way above the tree tops The tree tops, the tree tops
The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall The fly her spleen, the little spark his heat; The slender hairs cast shadows, through but small, And
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Traduzione: Eisley. Tree Tops.
Traduzione: The Lyndsay Diaries. Le cime degli alberi sono in fiamme.
Traduzione: Pungiglione. Il più basso alberi hanno Tops.
: When I was a young girl trying to find my way above the treetops, the treetops, the treetops... When I was a young girl trying to find my way above
: (John Dowland) The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall The fly her spleen, the little spark his heat; The slender hairs cast shadows, through
J'ai des hauts des bas, des milieux ca se voit, Je ne sors plus de chez moi, j'suis folle et ca se voit, J'ai pas grand chose a faire, J'ai pas grand
the one that I love Sometimes I can't see the trees for the wood Loving you tonight feels good The moonlight changes From red into white It sits on tree tops
I?m dreaming of a White Christmas Just like the ones I used to know Where the tree tops glisten And children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas Just like the ones I used to know Where the tree tops glisten And children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow