Francis McPeake/Ewan MacColl As I was sitting with a jug and spoon, one Sunday morning in the month of June. A birdie sang in an ivy bunch and the song
One morning, before the leaves began changing I caught a piece of summer and poured it into a pitcher; This I placed in the cellar on a shelf collecting
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Mio nonno li lanciava sempre spalle al bersaglio, senza voltarsi mai, senza il minimo sbaglio: e io stavo a guardarlo innamorato perso sulla riva del
Woke up this morning the sky and you Well the room that we sleep in Has one window and the other has two Jug of Wine Mountain drive downtown You tell
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(Francis McPeake/Ewan MacColl) As I was sitting with a jug and spoon, one Sunday morning in the month of June. A birdie sang in an ivy bunch and the
Well I don't care about my sorrows And I don't care about my woes I put my knees down in the sand Down where that river flows I put my hands in the water
ترجمه: Arckanum. SSE سن پارچ ارتش Vies طبیعت پایان.
ترجمه: برادران کلنسی. کوزه از پانچ.
ترجمه: Clannad. کوزه قهوه ای آل ،.
ترجمه: ویکتور هردیا. مصرف در پارچ من.
ترجمه: کینگستون سه نفری. کوزه از پانچ.
ترجمه: Lovin 'قاشق مربا خوری. کوزه شراب.
ترجمه: Meie میس. 16 Kannu.
ترجمه: آسمان ، نینا. بوسیله اسباب گردنده که Butta.
ترجمه: توکیو هتل. کوزه و Nich جوانان فعالیت بیشتر.
