one soldado Low-G... -Hey, Low-G, where you from Homes?... [Verse 1] Mi querida... Centro America Aqui en Houston ganando mi feria En la esquina la vida es fina Le
de notre force : La force du nombre. c'est comme ca qu'on prie sur la putain de societe parallele, on a le vent dans le dos, pret a voler de nos propres
dejeuner du dimanche, pous s'est promenee jusqu'a la cathedrale pour admirer le splendic portique. Mai 1992 - Saint-Jacques-de-Compostelle (Saint-Jacques das le
Flashy habits, imported fabrics and plush tones We need to leave that bullshit alone Now can you think back with me, c'mon? [Chorus: Le-Le, (Caffeine
back when NWA rocked the black and grey raiders shit on some gansta shit ni**as wasnt thinkin bout hoes and how making is The coop with the translucent roof I don 2-toned
wont' be freakin mad at you but if you're bitin don't be frightened kid I'm sorta likin what you're stealin your open wound sy Le needed some healin
rencontreront les miens. Ton corps, ne quitterait jamais le mien, Unis, resterait une eternite, Ta peau, ta peau, une fois dans ma vie Le son profond
va ca va Quand je suis dans mon auto Ca va ca va Quand je suis dans mon vehicule J'embraye Premiere Je fonce Clignotant Je tourne Seconde Ca va Attention Feu rouge Je respecte le
Yo pienso que no son tan inutiles las noches que te di. Te marchas ?y que? yo no intento discutirtelo, lo sabes y lo se. Al menos quedate solo esta noche
Le spleen se chasse au comptoir L'ennui se trompe facilement La fumee fait fuir le cafard Momentanement Le vide se remplit d'espoir Le blues se chante
She hums along to the room tone while she tidies up She'll harmonize with the room tone while she reads her book He works alone in the room tone and derives
Doesn't anybody feel That all these killers should be killed All these healers should be healed So all these beggers can be filled Now tell me why am
Mir geht's riesig, nur lief meine Freundin weg und man hat mir das Auto geklaut. Und sie reissen das Haus ab, in dem ich wohn', denn da wird ein Parkplatz
Get up! The river's rising Get out! Cos the worst is yet to come Get up! Cos the fire is burning Get out! Cos the worst is yet to come Get out now, don
I was eighteen years old when I went down to Dublin With a fistfull of money and a cartload of dreams. "Take your time," said my father, "stop rushing
[Words: Tor Magne, Music: Tor Magne and Lengsel] Remove the tears And the thrill they give And melancholy (melancholy) Will become a burden Rather than
The pound is sinking, The peso's failing, The lira's reeling, And feeling quite appalling. The mark is holding, The franc is fading, The drachma
A fair young maid went up the street some white fish for to by a bonnie clerk's fall'n in love with her and he followed her by and by oh where are you