: Eu na?o sou nada E ha? tudo em mim Passou e eu entendi Como assim Voca? ainda na?o Eu ja? disse que sim E posso ver enta?o Como assim Espero um milagre
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody
I'm headed back to Macon Middle of the Georgia pines Gotta keep these big wheels rollin' To that sweet little thing of mine I gotta get back to Macon
I miss your soft lips, I miss your white sheets I miss the scratch of your unshaved face on my cheek And this is so hard 'cause I didn't see That you
Here we are, a careful distance Here's my heart, what's left of it In this town I used to listen Once, once, yeah I had hope, blind faith I had as much
All I know is something like a bird within her sang All I know she sang a little while and then flew on Tell me all that you know, I'll show you snow
To our elders who teach us of our creation and our past So we may preserve mother earth for ancestors yet to come We are the land To our brothers and
I keep on fallin' In and out With you Sometimes I love ya Sometimes you make me blue Sometimes I feel good, at times I feel used Lovin' you darlin' makes
I want love, but it's impossible A man like me, so irresponsible A man like me is dead in places Other men feel liberated I can't love, shot full of
We get these pills No one knows We get some rules to follow That and this These and those No one knows Oh, what you do to me Pleasantly caving in We
Oh, it's carnival night and they're stringing the lights around you Hanging paper angels, painting little devils on the roof Oh the furnace wind is a
She said, "I'll throw myself away They're just photos after all" I can't make you hang around I can't wash you off my skin Outside the frame is what
Yo, yo, what? I heard he sang a good song, yeah Yo, I heard he had a style And so, I came to see him and listen for awhile What? And there he was, this
Chesnusts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody
Ah! je ris de me voir si belle en ce miroir, Ah! je ris de me voir si belle en ce miroir, Est-ce toi, Marguerite, est-ce toi? Reponds-moi, reponds
Songs my mother taught me In the days long vanish'd Seldom from her eyelids Were the teardrops banish'd Now I teach my children Each melodious measure
An oily, ole egg with a red, peg leg Thought a porcupine was his daughter But he soon found out that she had the gout And she often would wink underwater
