Amico nun t'allontana, nun vedo da qua a la gia che la sera e scura, tu con la pelle nera... nun ce l'avevi 'na camicia chiara? Co sti lampioni spenti
Mario scrive a casa che sta bene dove sta,dice che gli manca sempre un po la sua citta'........... Ma la vita li va meglio e non si sporchera' le mani
(feat. 99 Posse) Fra le onde del mare, posso ancora sentire Voci antiche grida Saracene I mercanti di schiavi, orizzonti di navi Maledetto ritmo di
There was a well known water master man He was the king He could do anything The Saint Francis Dam disaster man Thought she was all right Until around
la premiere occasion chacun deviendrait le larron de la foire au pognon oui qui se trame ici Allez danse avec Johnny Se rappellent de la France ont des
What's with tonight? Inspiration says to "write a song about tonight." Maybe a sound about abusers, a song about a loser, a song about lie. Should I
republique de la belle France et cherie si tu te raserais les jambes le monde serait un meilleur monde pour moi et toi et pour les francais Vive la France
delle cose che ho davanti. Forse magari sara, che pareva cosi strana la semplicita quando tutti vivevamo la nostra boheme in un angolo di Francia. Ad
I've come to understand... The monsters are under my bed again... The monsters are under my bed again." Dedicated to the memory of my Black Sweatshirt
a past life that goes like ... [Jolie Holland: singing] Black out on white night in Rome Black out on white night in Rome Black out on white night in Rome Black
On peut pas oubliez la France-Afrique Nique le temps des colonies Instinct de guerre pour un homme de paix Message de paix en temps de guerre C'est
la premier occasion Chacun deviendrait le larron De la foire au pognon qui se trame ici. Allez dance avec Johnny. Se rappellent de la France Ont des
tod Umarm mich schwarzer tod Black death I'm not scared Vor deiner Fratze hab ich keine Angst Black death caress me Black death lick my pale skin Black
What's with tonight? Inspiration says to "write a song about tonight." Maybe a sound about abusers, a song about a loser, a song about lie. Should I sell
've come to understand... The monsters are under my bed again... The monsters are under my bed again." Dedicated to the memory of my Black Sweatshirt
(Instrumental)
I'm a bluefinger from up on the hill Above the dark water that's flowing there still But my blood is Isala and I'd rather swill I came down from the top
Corrina's at the fashion show But she won't stop it, won't stop it Senorita, think I'm gonna go If you don't stop it now I drove all the way from New
