a piano stool I said "Tell me, dad, when does the fun begin?" He just winked his eye and said, "Man, be cool" He wears a red bandanna, plays a blues piano
MORITZ God, I dreamed there was an angel Who could hear me through the wall As I cried out, like, in Latin ?This is so not life at all Help me out, out
God, I dreamed there was an Angel Who could hear me through the wall As I cried out like in Latin "This is so not life at all" ?Help me out, out of this
[MORITZ] God, I dreamed there was an angel Who could hear me through the wall As I cried out like in Latin, "This is so not life at all" Help me out,
Frank zappa (guitar, vocals) Ian underwood (alto saxophone, piano) Bunk gardner (tenor saxophone, clarinet) Motorhead sherwood (baritone saxophone, tambourine
mt. rushmore is my favorite monument the goldsteer is a gorgeous restaurant golden tan and a latin accent cowboy boots and cologne what is this a gift
quickly- One hour, maybe two. I need to find Jojo. I've got to save Who! MAYZIE Hit it cat! (The CAT strikes up an energetic Latin beat on the piano
This is Havana The night before the revolution Carlos Romero Pambo plays the symphony For Latin piano Popping corks and blasting bullets La Habanera
Pour apprendre l'italiano quel boulot piccolina votre langue me desarme je ne m'en sors pas! Un momento piano piano caro signor Chevalier je suis venue
un miroir d'espoir ou se sont croises nos regards Tout nous separait des deux cotes de notre monde des milliards de secondes Comme les touches d'un piano
This is havana The night before the revolution Carlos romero pambo plays the symphony For latin piano Popping corks and blasting bullets La habanera dances
mentre la trattieni ok supponiamo che siamo in pista e tutti ballano latino americano questa ragazza sa che l'ho vista e comincia a sculettare piano
: Pour apprendre l'italiano quel boulot piccolina votre langue me desarme je ne m'en sors pas! Un momento piano piano caro signor Chevalier je suis venue
en la voz, siete notas empapadas de alcohol campanadas en el fondo del mar, carcajadas que me hicieron llorar... Con un loro que blasfema en latin, le
musa per ogni mia nuova rima Dammi un bacio e un altro ancora La passione cresce ora dopo ora Posso parlarti prenderti la mano Guardarti muovere, ballare piano corpo italiano sguardo latino
non sempre vuol dire traversare i mari e vado via da uova al tegamino da qualche prete che mi parla latino da un vecchio padre che al retrovisore rimpicciolisce pian piano