Ricordo una mattina che non andammo a scuola prendendoci per mano corremmo verso i campi e come due bambini cantando noi lanciammo un aquilone e andava
ricordo una mattina che non andammo a scuola prendendoci per mano corremmo verso i campi e come due bambini cantando noi lanciammo un aquilone che andava
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[Written by: Seth Putnam & Josh Martin] I'm on the beach crankin' my band's sound The bitches know we're the hottest around Their pussies getting hot
Red moons rise below in the valley of shadowed crypts Lunar winds take me above on feathers of black mists Centuries I waited for my knighthood to
I'm sometimes neurotic and I just cannot sit still I'll stay here and pace with this smirk upon my face You're often ironic the way you talk about the
This fresh air feels so good in my lungs again I'm not out of this town but I can pretend I'm finally feeling this is where I belong It takes as many
Put on my shoes so you can see how great you really are I'll dig out your eyes and look at me that way too Cause we can't hide The things that scream
breathe out, wherever she walks the workers and whores are blinded by love give in, 'cause when she begins you will surrender to the precious smile,
[Lyrics & Music - Andrea Cipolla] The freezer's monster defiles your human fleshes. They're ready to be kept in my butchery's freezer. I mostly collect
in the 70's i used to hang around in bars i'd let myself get picked up by jocks with sports cars i'd let them take me back to their place where i'd suck
El tiempo va Hacia manana, como una flecha. Quien escribe nuestra historia nos lo dira. Que poco a poco, poquito a poco, el tiempo va. Graba en una
besar tus ojos oscuros dejar atras las heridas dormir... dormir pegado a tu pecho (esto es vida) Cerrar mi mano en tu mano beber tu sed y salida.. meter
Si me ves andando por tu misma via si me ves llorando mi melancolia dejame con mis enredos, con mis enredos no tengo imagen sin espejos no tengo musica
Si te vas, no hay oxigeno, no hay planeta Tierra si te vas. El color se hace odio y se seca el mar porque tu no estas. Oyeme! No me dejes perdido, si
Es larga la carretera que conduce a ningun lado pasaporte prestado, pocas ganas de hablar. Es duro subir las cuestas y bajar por las pendientes
De los 40 colores que yo se pintar eres ese color que no lo puedo ni sonar ven aqui necesito imaginarte algo paso el dia pintandote y que dificil
Sopla el viento del norte y tiembla la tierra... es la guerra Grita al sol de repente y cambia la suerte... es la muerte Llora un nombre apretando