Vertimas: Gamtos jėgų garso takelį. Rose bet kuris kitas vardas [Holly Palmer].
(Calogero) Des chansons, des filles Beaucoup de verres et de nuits Telles etaient nos heures Telles etaient nos vies Futiles adolescents, tout nous
(Lionel Richie) I've been alone with you Inside my mind And in my dreams I've kissed your lips A thousand times I sometimes see you Passing outside
de la nature Sur la terre, sans d'autres raisons Moi je tourne en rond, je tourne en rond Je suis un homme et je mesure Toute l'horreur de ma nature
(Pascal Obispo) J'ai vecu sous des posters A me croire le seul a connaitre Tout de vous J'en ai refait des concerts En revant de voir apparaitre
(Corneille) Nous sommes nos propres peres Si jeunes et pourtant si vieux, ca me fait penser, tu sais Nous sommes nos propres meres Si jeunes et si
(Telephone) Cendrillon pour ses vingt ans Est la plus jolie des enfants Son bel amant, le prince charmant La prend sur son cheval blanc Elle oublie
(Bruno Mars) Oh her eyes her eyes Make the stars look like they're not shining. Her hair , her hair falls perfectly without her trying She's so
(Katy Perry) Do you ever feel like a plastic bag, drifting through the wind wanting to start again? Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin like a
(Michel Polnareff) Il est des mots qu'on peut penser Mais a pas dire en societe. Moi je me fous de la societe Et de sa pretendue moralite {Refrain
What about us) I can't even breathe (What about us) What about apathy (What about us) I need you (What about us) What about nature's worth (
ve grown this old, I've cried out loud I looked at you, you sat in shock I looked at you, you sat in shock My drifting nature has got to stop My drifting nature
There was a boy A very strange enchanted boy They say he wandered very far, very far Over land and sea A little shy and sad of eye But very wise was
There was a boy A very strange enchanted boy They say he wandered very far, very far Over land and sea A little shy And sad of eye But very wise Was
say *singing* It's the nature of the business It's the smugglers who lose It's the roll of the dice That you can't afford to lose It's the nature of the
that nigga Nature thought he ill I fucked his ass up like I'm Holyfield The Real Deal, Montana, drama for short Of course, yeah, the fucking boss Yeah, that nigga Nature
I wonder how my life could be If I had only been true to me Why did I just throw it all away? A self inflicted tragedy I needed to see If I could make
There was a boy, a very strange enchanted boy they say he wandered very far, very far over land and sea, a little shy and sad of eye, but very wise
