Vertimas: Krikščionių Bron. Malene.
Vertimas: Malene. Pasakyk man, kas esate.
On a bridge across the Severn on a Saturday night Susie meets the man of her dreams He says that he got in trouble and if she doesn't mind He doesn't
Yo, Ice, man, we halfway done with the album, man You been throwing all this strong dope, stupid fly, pimp shit But what's up with the sex rhymes You
Yo shut up, this is Ice muthafuckin' T And I've been listenin' to a lotta DJ's Get on the mike and tryin' to get busy You know what I'm sayin'? But can
waz hannin? it's gucci! aye keyshia im feelin this girl man but she aint right ya kno what im talkin bout? take one(take one) oooooh( GUCCCI! ) i can
[Dirty Money] So hard to breathe this air that we call love, aint nothing worse than the hurt we receive from love, when you get hurt by the one you living
Water gray Through the windows, up the stairs Chilling rain Like an ocean everywhere Don't want to reach for me, do you? I mean nothing to you The little
A piece of sky every night Loaded on wrong and further from right Spinning around two howling moons 'Cause they're always there whatever I do The river
I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house That don't bother me I can take a few tears now and then And just let them out I'm not afraid to
Believe in something You careless thing Stop feeling sorry It's worrying Pick up the pieces You've got the time You can deliver Your heart's just fine
There you were last night, sitting close to her by candlelight I couldn't let you see my crying eyes but I wanted so bad to run to you How could you find
You could have a great career And you should, yes, you should Only one thing stops you dear You're too good, way too good If you want a future, darlin
To All my critics the cynics who want me want to go away What keeps me going why don't I quit? I'm not a looser like you a reviewer like you A liar or
One day break, one heart ache, every once upon a time That black dress, happiness, bubble baths and quarter lines They mean so much to everyone, But
[Dirty Money] So hard to breathe this air that we call love, Aint nothing worse than the hurt we receive from love, When you get hurt by the one you living
I didn't lie I didn't deceive I would confess if there was something to conceal but i realize I tried and our flame has died and it's so cold And this
Llora el cielo indignado, limpia este suelo magro, sudor y sangre corre sobre el camino del hombre. Ansiedad motora, sentimiento comA?n, disparando furia
