Petite, ascetique, formule magique Garde tes salives qui plombent mon ame Garde tes langues qui torturent ma femme Tu te manifestes, chaque fois je te
ترجمة: نجم هوس. زلة.
ترجمة: نسف. زلة.
Walking down the street You're the center of my universe You got the world in your pocket My manhood is in your purse You ain't a bad girl, honey No
Do you remember standing on the shore Your head in the clouds your pockets filled with dreams Bound for glory on the seven seas of life But the ocean
On and on, the road goes on And it'll go on forever Time will show if you and I Will walk that road together Through fire and water, ice and snow Heaven
Sometime after midnight The heat begins to rise Girl, you'd shame the Devil With the look that's in your eyes I know what's on your mind I can't run
I buckle and rosed As God and the rest(wrist) How mere riches be A war or we lose Close into symbols A fly drinks the ignitions(indications) They turn
I buckle and rose as God and the rest How mere riches be a war or we lose Close into symbols a fly drinks ignitions They turn infant's breath my milk
Painted a perfect picture And busted my frame With all this cheap ass talking You need an oxygen tank If you're gonna do it, do it right Got
Honey sit down I've got something to say Last night I drowned I got carried away Swept up in the feelings the words poured out of me This morning I'm
(Hofstede) Beware of the slip of the tongue Don't say nothing When the company is wrong You smile and they're shaking your hand When you're older you
(coverdale/vandenberg) Sometime after midnight The heat begins to rise, Girl, you'd shame the devil With that look that's in your eyes I know what's
Come hai potuto pensare che gli occhi forse non ti tradissero le tue parole son piume che nelle tue mani finiscono quando mi credevi gia tua ora che la
(David Coverdale & Adrian Vandenberg) Sometime after midnight The heat begins to rise, Girl, you'd shame the Devil With that look that's in your eyes
Honey sit down, I've got something to say. Last night I drowned, I got carried away. Swept up in the feelings, The words poured out of me. This morning
I buckle and rosed As god and the rest(wrist) How mere riches be A war or we lose Close into symbols A fly drinks the ignitions(indications) They turn
