Mi avrai davanti, anzi mi hai gia davanti, come un rimpianto che incomincia a far male, che non se ne va. Mentre lavori, mentre chiedi agli amici di
Io posso scordarti seguendo la rotta di un passero muto Io posso allearmi a gente diversa che tu non conosci Mi posso riempire di amori sfiniti che non
Sento il profumo ancor dell'oleandro in fior l'odore del caffe... Che colazione mi hai servito i fiori bianchi,la tovaglia la caffettiera l'uva nera
ha? mio caro uomo non va no, ne masochismo ne debolezza ne stupidita potranno vincermi mai sai, nessuna antica influenza meglio sola, senza senza nessuno piuttosto senza niente stella nascente
Era una notte come tante altre, senza un presagio ne un presentimento. Nemeno il brivido dell'imprevisto ne il senso effimero del tradimento. Pioveva
Un uomo ieri sera si e avvicinato a me aveva voglia di parlare se sorrideva assomigliava a te mi ha chiesto se volevo bere. Cosi mi ha chiesto " come
Sunrise Sunrise Sunrise (2 volte) Scetat? Scetat? Scetat? (2 volte) Iamm? ?ne Iamm? ?ne Iamm? ?ne (2 volte) Scetat? Scetat? Scetat? Iamm? ?ne Iamm? ?
I'm gunna make you never gunna stop you gunna trust you never gunna fuck you all these things are never gunna stop me all these things are never gunna
There is a house in New Orleans, they call the rising sun. It`s been the ruin for many a poor girl, and me, oh Lord, I`m one. My mother was a taylor
Movement outside, silence inside Restless lovers spread your wings As the day begins It's just the sun rising It's just the sun rising It's shining It
There is a house in New Orleans, They call it the Risin' Sun And it's been the ruin Of many poor girl, And me, oh God, I'm one. If I had listened To
There is a house in New Orleans. They call the Rising Sun. And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one. My mother was a tailor She
A ray of hope flickers in the sky A tiny star lights up way up high All across the land dawns a brand new morn This comes to pass when a child is born
Show me a politician who's a man we can trust And if I ever meet him then I think I'll have him stuffed Look out of the window, see not one happy face
Oh there is a house in New Orleans. They call the Rising Sun. It's been the ruin of many young poor girls And God I know I'm one. My mother, she was
I rock the ill shit, ya know I kill shit And then I build shit, get off my dills nit 'Cause I don't play that, my style goes way back I kick my shit one