Ich seh dein Bild das mir sagt welches Ziel ich jetzt hab' ganz klar vor mir. Leiser Zweifel der mich plagt doch ich fühl ganz genau in mir in
Durch den Raum voll Rauch und Stimmensah ich zu dir hin. Und dein Blick hielt meinen festund fühlte, wer ich bin. Ich wagte nicht, dich anzusprechen
J'suis la fille d'un brigand J'suis la fille d'un corsaire J'vais par mers et par vents Faire la terre buissonniere Plutot pirate, peut-etre viking
Mary cries out: "for the love of God" As she's walking out of the laundromat Down the street and it's the short way home Feeling special cause she's
(Sooter-Voov-Mennicken) It's nothing serious, just a simple case of bottles I left behind It's nothing serious, just a wooden case of bottles I left
I heard that the earth had a thing for venus big cities and those skyscrapers they could never turn her head and it feels the same with you yeah my world
The city of the dead is full of exhibitionists Dancing in the streets in their bones The hounds have the scent and they're on the trail Chase them
The animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness, a baby cries hard in an apartment complex as I pass in a car buried under the influence. The city
Your rattling my words like an earthquake I?m up in the clouds like ooooo Somebody bring me down (yeah) I?m trying to give you ? what it feels babe But
Verse 1: I can give you so much more, than what you think you're looking for. A lovely picture in your mind, multiplied a thousand times. And then you
(S-S-S-S) (S-S-S-S-)S.O.S (S-S-S-S-)S.O.S What's up girlfriend Somethings goin on You got a look about you Tell me what's wrong (Is that your) boyfriend
E lasciami guardare voglio solo un po' lasciarmi vivere presto tutto passa e poi ci lascia. Gia torna primavera tutto e piu tranquillo e piu felice
Testo e Musica di Mario Incudine U suli ancora unn?avia nasciutu, e li Carusi* trasunu ni la pirrera*, trasunu muti intra ?a panza di la terra ppi
Testo e Musica di Mario Incudine Era di notti e chiuviva chiuviva, e a picciridda si susi d?o littu, e ne so matri chianginnu curriva ?stringimi forti
Testo tradizionale di Mesuraca (KR) Musica di Mario Incudine Occhi turchini nun ve corrivate oili e oila ? Curpa nun e di la mia gia lo sapete
ncagliavu iu ccu voscia figlia. E pisa pisalora? a santa Mariola!! * un?antica contrada ennese dove avveniva la pisatura del grano; *soffia (Thanks to Mario
Testo e Musica di Mario Incudine Strati chini di petri Di maiddi* chini di muddichi. Strati chini di suli, di viddani accavaddu e muli. Strati chini
Testo e musica di Mario Incudine Musica ca gira cumu gira a mula, c?assicuta li carrittera, trasi intra l?ucchi de surfarara, ne li bestemmi de pirriatura
