Quel giorno a casa lui torno piu presto come non faceva quasi piu e la guardo in un modo ben diverso come non faceva quasi piu. E non parlo piu dell
Some say just trust in god, but keep your doors locked. You may know better. I don't, I know worse... We are worse. You've got some nerve, spreading that
Don't know exactly where I'm aiming Is this the end and the beginning I've gone too far You've gone too far Confide your hand insides familiar You'll
Stars shining bright above you Night breezes seem to whisper I love you Birds singing in the sycamore tree Dream a little dream of me Say nighty night
Everybody knows you're leaving me for good Everybody tells me now they knew you would It's a well known secret I just couldn't see And the whole world
Who's your little who-zis Ah, your little turtle dove Who's your little who-zis Who do you love Who's the little what's-it That your dreaming of Who
(Little lovely one, little lovely one, little lovely one) Little lovely one won't you tell me I'm the one Won't you tell me I'm the one for you Don't
on the highest bough And have yourself a merry little Christmas now Choir Sings: Here we are as in olden days Happy golden days of your Martina Sings
I have listen to the sound Of a lonely night Gone a thousand miles Through a storm-filled sky Looking for some light Never dreamed of turning back But
Driving, singing on the highway Starin' at the skyline Floating in space Hey there, scoot a little closer, What's your favorite colour? Posies in May
They?re so small Can?t you see they are so small? They?re so small Can?t you see they are so small? They?re so small Can?t you see they?re so small? Small
Where have you gone, so much was left unsaid Just one more chance to speak to you again I find myself at a loss for words My search for answers only you
bruit ...Mais il y a aussi a la maison Sa petite Martine et sa chanson. "Jean va rentrer de sa tournee", Chante Martine dans sa cuisine. "Il sera surement fatigue, Il aura sa pauvre petite
le protege car il est wanted hardcore t?as tort de l?tester mon son remet tout le monde d?accord son regiment un triste cortege malsain decrit son malaise sans Martin
est tombe C'est fou comme le temps Ressemble a du vent Quand il est passe C'est un fait divers Au petit matin Les bars sont ouverts Boulevard Saint Martin
essuierait J?comprend pas qu?des riches soient gros vu qu?y'a pas d?fric sans suer Et comment ils en sont arrives a trouver une petite fille sensuelle
negociera Mystere et suspense Soit on colle soit on peine On s'meurs a fonder une famille au top Pour laisser une femme veuve Et toute une flopee de petit
's in the wind where the clouds are like headlines upon a new front page sky. My tears are salt water. The moon's full and high. And I know Martin Eden