Traduzione: André Claveau. Pneumatici Ago (Laï. .. lai lai ... ...).
Traduzione: André Claveau. Natale De La Rue.
Traduzione: André Claveau. Ho pianto sui tuoi passi.
There's a key to open doors. To look inside, what life has got to hide. Find that key and you will see. That you'll be shocked, the door is unlocked.
This hill was murder this house is murder this hill was murder there was a house on a hill and a place where they hung the worst of them a place the
(Andrea Chimenti / Francesco Magnelli / Gianni Maroccolo) Mettetevi una mano in bocca e frugate Frugate ragazzi, vediamo cosa tirate fuori Non c'e niente
Knowing ourself Who we think that we are Constantly changing Constantly changing So near and so far Knowing ourself Who we think that we are Constantly
(Boy, this one here pulls the juice out of you.) At the end of my rainbow I seek no golden prize For the key to my kingdom Is the glow in your eyes
I don't have to, nor need to believe, that I am self actualized, or affirmed, as a human being, or that through the course, of conception, that I
Donnez-moi la cle, donnez-moi la cle Saint Pierre donnez-moi la cle Pourquoi la porte est-elle toujours bouclee ? N'attendez pas que je sois decede Saint
Key of The light Chain reaction Man and Woman hansha shite Key of The dark Dead or Alive mitsumeru Red eye kotae o sagashite ita n da ate mo naku samayoinagara
Quattro soli, cinque lune nel paese qui vicino le voci sanno di melodia non si incatena la fantasia mille mestieri, mille perche e ci si tocca per curiosita
[Eminem] This motherfucker man, just won't shut up will you? Talk about I owe you, bitch you owe me I'm promoting you right now Man lets put the nail
You make me feel Suicidal and murderous You make me feel A helluva damn sight worse You make me feel Unnatural, Unclean You make me feel Like a worn
What a little mouth you have, kissing you is nice, but hard. Sit down in your chair, and play. I'll stretch on your back and wait and wait... You asked
Crowded rooms, all alone In my head, I feel dead or near the brink of it Apathy rains on me Melodies aren't remedies for broken hearts, so I'm told
Say, say something nice to her Fragrant and sturdier Delicate hands for shoulders sliding down Days, days like a summer rain Blink and they?re gone again
Say, say something nice to her Fragrant and sturdier Delicate hands for shoulders sliding down Days, days like a summer rain Blink and they?re gone
