Woman of thirty, seeing the sun Packed up her suitcase, started to run Looking for someone, looking for none Pack up and drive away It was her birthday
Traduzione: Yaz. Il Best Of Yaz.
Ce n'est pas a lui qu'elle aurait pense Si un jour on lui avait dit "Tu sais j'connais quelqu'un en secret qui doit t'aimer" Ce n'est pas a lui qu'elle
i'll never be the same again so please don't forget to call me just to let me know you're doing okay miles away from me this summer was the best i've
Die Sonne scheint der Tag ist wie neu Kein Augenblick den ich bereu Das Gewitter ist weg und war wichtig fur jeden Die Luft ist noch feucht es riecht
(Choir: I can hear a mandolino) Write to me from Naples Write me every day I love you and Naples More than words can say Call me Cara Mia Tell me all
(H. Meier, H. Bradtke, J. Mercer) [Recorded May 16, 1966, Hollywood] The summer wind, came blowin' in from across the sea It lingered there to touch
So we showed up to this party out in LA did you hear? California gurlz are crazy that?s the reason that WE?RE HERE I?ll admit I don?t regret a single
[Jay-Z] Dear summer, I know you gon' miss me For we been together like Nike Airs and crisp tees S dots with polo fleeces Purple label shit with the logo
when you wake up there's no more use for you when you slip up the few that stayed are through when the time ends they'll write off all the new if you
We're so far, so perfect It's been about three minutes And I can't get you out of my thoughts I knew nothing bout' a broken heart It's you keeping
Dear Summer, Yeah, suffix people, you know, you, you, you already, yeah, come on Kickin rocks on the block tellin all the old g's I be coming for your
Best of times, best of friends, best of the best I'd rather be wasted again
(feat. Jay-Z) [Jay-Z] Dear summer, I know you gon' miss me For we been together like Nike Airs and crisp tees S dots with polo fleeces Purple label
Best Shot! Come On, Hit Me With Your Best Shot! Hit Me With Your Best Shot! Fire Away! Hit Me With Your Best Shot! Why Don't You Hit Me With Your Best
Smashed stars And old fruit jars The candy ass guards with their fingers all charred Under the cover The protein summer Givin' a number In a weighed out
Dear Summer, I know you gon' miss me For we been together like Nike Airs and crisp tees S dots with polo fleeces Purple label shit with the logo secret