fin du repas de noces, car n'ayant pas le plus petit sou pour offrir un cadeau a ma mere il lui fit l'offrande de quelques vers de circonstance, les
je meurs pour le votre ! Il a pris son couteau Se le plante dans les cotes Les gens s'en vont disant - Grand Dieu les tristes noces ! Ah les pauvres enfants
Translation: Funeral Mist. Les Noces Chimiques.
fin du repas de noces, car n'ayant pas le plus petit sou pour offrir un cadeau a ma mere il lui fit l'offrande de quelques vers de circonstance, les voici
Blackout in London Just slip an' slide Blackout in London I'm just about to lose my mind Big time in Paris Time's gonna fly Big time in Paris It's c'
I remember when we used to laugh About nothing at all, it was better than going mad From trying to solve all the problems We're going through, forget '
One more year and I'll be heading out on my own Leaving friends and the place that I call home, I don't wanna go I just need to know that I can come
I thought I was healin' up I was doin' fine I felt like I haven't felt In a long long time But it's funny how life can put you in a place Where you've
The moment I wake up Before I put on my makeup I say a little pray for you While combing my hair now, And wondering what dress to wear now, I say a little
While I'm at this funeral You're in New York I've been dividing my grieving You're sleeping with a mutual friend I dreamed that I kissed your mouth And
You had the best of intentions now But the bad inventions let us down And now it's gone Who really cares if we ever find a home Yeah, yeah I wanna thank
You take control of having what you want around you And every blink of your eye can make an old man seem younger Than every single day in his life Before
Hey You shed your reputation Now Deny your compensation So put your pardon in me It pays To tell me I'm forgiven Raise The standard stop you're living
Go on with the wedding; Don't bother 'bout me. Let me be forgotten, Or just a memory. I'll love you, dear, always, But he loves you, too. So go on with
