I'm gonna move, baby Way out on the outskirts of town I'm gonna move, baby Way out on the outskirts of town You see I don't need nobody Always hangin' '
I?m growing old before my eyes But I?m young enough to be surprised That you would take away my rights For getting in a couple of fist fights It?s hot
En la guerra, como en el amor todo vale y siempre queda un perdedor. Normalmente, pierde el que quiere mas al igual que en una mesa de black yack. Me
Io amo la periferia Da quando ho incontrato te Mi piace aspettare la sera Seguendo le strade Che portan lontano dalla citta Le case in periferia Risuonan
If I could have it back All the time that we wasted I'd only waste it again If I could have it back You know I'd love to waste it again Waste it again
restera Ma la verita E solo una ferita dentro l'anima Che si riaprira tutte le volte Che i pensieri danno scene irripetibili La tua bugia A una ragazza di periferia
(L.Aleotti, E.Busnaghi, P.Carpenter, M.Post, F.Stranges) Oh oh!Ci chiamano gente di periferia noi fuori moda noi ma sognatori ci troverai ai bordi della
Mia madre faceva la sarta cuciva vestiti su misura per vecchie signore ed io dalla porta spiavo vedevo la mano sicura fare ricami a fiori mio padre
nunca quise ser asi, ni es verdad que sea de noche otra ves; entra en mi craneo la brisa, impermeable al amor. Periferia, paraiso de los bardos. Periferia
Ehi!!...Troppe le vittime per la coca...original Babaman again!!... Rit. Nella periferia della mia citta la coca miete vittime le mamme nn san ke far
Always gonna fight, until the day I die No laws or limits will stop me from the way I live my life Don't get in my way, unless you want to die I'm living
I'm gonna move baby, way out on the outskirts of town I'm gonna move baby, way out on the outskirts of town You see I don't need no-body, always hangin
Dans mon quartier d?banlieue Y?avait d?l?action en torieu, quand on etait morveux On jouait a'c?achette su'e? terrains des voisins J?restais cache pas
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I'm gonna move, baby, way out on the outskirts of town I'm gonna move way out on the outskirts of town I don't want nobody who's always hanging around
Out on my own In the suburbs of Moscow Out in the rain Walking down this long avenue Out to the crowds in the square Feelings are high everywhere But
Booba Ramene d'la beu ou casse toi ! Viens pas vendre ta came ici B2oba grave sur le missile Afrika Bambataa me cherche pour homicide Ecoute pendant
Before the blackened walls, this picket white protection serves as a constant curtain to the things a child sees. And blaming innocence, for what you'