The wind quartet howls softly My jeep hand strokes her necklace Crusted, crammed with old Etruscan gold. Her bird head torn with summer Inspects
Traduzione: Golden Gate Quartette. When The Saints Go Marching In.
Traduzione: Marc Bolan and T. Rex. Vento Quartetti.
Holly came from Miami FLA Hitch-hiked her way across the USA. Plucked her eyebrows on the way Shaved her leg and then he was a she She said, hey
(Smudo) Dee Jot Hausmarke, bist du bose? (Michi) JAjaja! (Smudo) Dann beweis es uns!
In this MOMENT no-one is pulling me DOWN into the GROUND in this moment NO-ONE is pulling me down into the GROUND i can't help it if i'm HAPPY i can
comble c'est que je m'appelle Marc Refrain: chez marc il y un peu de moi un peu de toi mais un peu de moi ce marc c'etait mon pote je crois autrefois
I can see a new expression on my face I can feel a strange sensation taking place I can hear the guitars playing lovely tunes Everytime that you walk
I can feel a new expression on my face I can feel a glowing sensation taking place I can hear the guitars playing lovely tunes Every time that you walk
I can see a new expression on my face I can feel a strange sensation taking place I can hear the guitars playing lovely tunes Every time that you walk
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I'm praying at my bedroom shrine Saying the words to make you mine All the candles and the flowers To brighten up my lonely hours Wishing you were in
Come into the scarlet bedroom And maybe spend the night Sink amongst the satin sheets In dissolute delight Just a little touch of sadness A little a second
