tiran como gatos Hombres, bendita secta que a nosotras nos fascinan, Hombres que nos convencen, nos retienen, nos dominan Hombres, hombres, hombres, hombres, hombres, hombres
como gatos Hombres bendita secta que a nosotras nos fascina Hombes que nos convencen nos retienen, nos dominan Hombres, hombres, hombres Hombres, hombres, hombres
Traduzione: Noelia. Uomini.
Brian Wilson/Mike Love He's the man with all the toys Someone found a lighted house late one night And he saw through the window a sight A big man
As with gladness, men of old Did the guiding star behold As with joy they hailed its light Leading onward, beaming bright So, most glorious Lord, may
(John Mason Neale, 19th century) Good Christian men, rejoice With heart and soul and voice; Give ye heed to what we say: News! News! Jesus Christ is
Jesu, joy of man's desiring, Holy wisdom, love most bright. Drawn by Thee, our souls aspiring , Soar to uncreated light. Word of God, our flesh that
He's the man with all the toys Someone found a lighted house late one night And he saw through the window a sight A big man in a chair And little tiny
Wer wagt's, mich im Schlaf zu storen der soll sich zum Teufel scheren Ho Gut, dann werd' ich Fruhsport machen Da? die alten Knochen krachen Oh Erstmal
Sister Bridget by the stair: a glass of wine and she?s almost there. Cousin Jimmy at the door: another beer and he?s on the floor. Friends and neighbours
If you were the woman and I was the man Would I send you yellow roses? Would I dare to kiss your hand? In the morning would I caress you as the wind
Old Mr. Kringle is soon gonna jingle The bells that'll tingle all your troubles away Everybody's waiting for the man with the bag 'Cause Christmas is
written by Dudley A. Brooks, Hal Stanley, and Irving Taylor Oh Mr. Kringle, is soon gonna jingle, The bells that'll tinkle all your troubles away
It's gettin' late So send him here I don't think I can make it through another year Come on Santa come through Oh a usual place A strong embrace A pillow
He's the man with all the toys Someone found a lighted house late one night And he saw through the window a sight A big man in a chair and little tiny
(Joy to the world, the Lord is come) Here was a man, a man Who was born in a small village The son of a peasant woman He grew up in another small village
Schau mal an wie stehst du nun vor dir noch da fällt es jetzt nicht langsam auf daß nichts mehr ist wie's war sieh' dich mal genauer an Tausend
