tre colpi di pistola per far fuori quel monarca banditi d'altri tempi che i maestri non ci insegnano maestri banditi ma i banditi non ti spiegano banditi
"Ecco la banda degli zulu" dice la gente di sangue blu "son tutti matti" qualcuno fa e un altro dice " sara l'eta" Son seduti alla fontana non li vogliono
When you think nothing could be further from the truth When you're sure nothing could be further from the cold hard truth I kneel to condition all the
Sick of trying to find a way inside Sick and tired of all the after Sick of trying to find a way to slide Even though it always ends in laughter It's
Stepping out of the gray day she came Her red hair falling like the sky Love held them there in that moment With the whole world passing by He could
Red top, my little red top See how you got me spinning Going round and round And I don't wanna stop You've got me so if I don't go 'round I am sure gonna
The people's flag is deepest red It shrouded oft our martyred dead And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold Their hearts' blood dyed to every fold Chorus
red Chorus: I'm not the kind to make up my mind To lose sanity; lose my head For some girl in red I smell the smoke; still hear the band Taste the
Well, Santa's makin' toys for all the girls 'n' boys Even for their parents so they can get their joys So I wrote him a letter and nothin' could be better
In the wilderness uncountable voices earplugs for the birds and the animals and blinders for your beast of burden, the will for learning these books
When you think nothing could be further from the truth. When you're sure nothing could be further from the cold hard truth. I kneel to condition all the
rossa e rossa di violenza bisogna piangere i sogni per capire che l'unica giustizia borghese si e spenta No, no, no, non si puo piu dormire la luna e rossa
my words carried on as long as a stone On a band of gold 'Cause I'm just a rolling stone in a band on the road You said you want a stone On a band of
The sun is setting out my window Only empty fields and a lone silo In this kind of light things seem so strange And an archland burns far away I had
Red flags are vying for my attention Nothing adds up Getting by on old goodwill Backtracking thoughts from their destination I closed my eyes thinking
Sick of trying to find a way inside Sick and tired of all the after Sick of trying ot find a way to slide Even though it always ends in laughter Its never
Translation: A Good Year soundtrack. Tino Rossi --- le Chant du Gardian.
