Felicidade E o amor E o calor A cor da vida E o verao Meu coracao E a cidade Rio Tempo de estio Eu quero Suas meninas Rio Tempo de estio Eu quero Suas
E o amor E o calor A cor da vida E o verao Meu coracao E a cidade Rio Tempo de estio Eu quero Suas meninas Rio Tempo de estio Eu quero Suas meninas
Traduzione: Caetano Veloso. Tempo di Summertime.
I'll will do anything for you yeah yeah... It's early in the morning Soon another day will dark I can't wait to feel your arms around me again yeah
It's early in the morning soon another day will dawn I can't wait to feel your arms around me again I believe that we could lay down the world together
where's my gun?
Allero 'miezo 'a via annascunnuto mai cu 'a cumpagnia 'e 'na 10 'e niro pazzeo pecche sto chino 'e guaje me saje? je so capa e lione inna danza
12th of April we decided it was time I was feeling good, you were looking fine on the basement floor with TRL behind You were loving me with Carson Daly
(Bruno Mars) Oh her eyes her eyes Make the stars look like they're not shining. Her hair , her hair falls perfectly without her trying She's so
I'd crawl a mile, I'd climb the highest hill. To bring you back to A life that's real You burned your mind out, With your foolish games May you lie there
When I see the sun Coming up in the sky When I see the stars In the still of the night Then I, I see who You are When I feel the breath of The wind in
Chi sei? E spiegami perche Mi divori da dentro, mi tiri fuori il peggio E ormai amici non ne hai Solo terra bruciata, violenza e tanti guai E ora non
{Refrain}: Papa, papa, papa, t'es plus dans le coup, papa. {x2} 1-Tu m'avais dit, des ma plus tendre enfance "Bien mal acquis ne profite jamais." En
(feat. Nick Lachey) There are times I swear I know you're here I forget about my fears Feelin you my dear Watchin over me My hope sees What the future
They Used to tell me: You got to choose a side Now it's four years later, And they beg for advice. Don't trust the critic he's a cynic Make the call
Swimmin' in s... I've got all on command Always, everywhere I've got something to do, The screams of blockheads - almost shootin' the dead Oh! What's
Certainly Rocca in his stinkin' uniform Settles matters with Chianti, sitting in La Scala Scrawling on a piece of the wall, stresses it word by word
What's happened ---- you leaving' so early I could say: It isn't right Don't try to tell me, you're feelin' so bad Don't try to lie ---- you Don't wanna
