Translation: Maarja. Man.
There's a song that's inside of my soul It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again I'm awake and in the infinite cold But You sing to me
Mary had a little lamb It's fleece was white as snow, yeah Everywhere the child went The lamb, the lamb was sure to go, yeah He followed her to school
Burned a hole straight through my heart Burned a hole straight through my heart You burned a hold straight through my fucking heart You had a hidden agenda
On a park bench the old man Sat and stared into yesterday I sat down beside him Said, "Thank God for this quite place? Between the wife and the kids,
Higher, I'm a king, yes, I'm a head of state But I'm the kitchen, boy who'll wash your dirty plate I had no message and the message was We're all Jesus
I'm no leader, I'm just a mess It's not the way it's supposed to be It's just the way that it is I'm afraid we are all victims here And that the one who
I can't leave you but I know you can't stay I never thought our love could end up this way and I can't imagine livin life without you now how could this
Todo lo que yo me dedico a hacer es solo una simple distraccion Del hecho seguro que sufriendo yo acabare y eventualmente morire Sufro de una enfermedad
Come visit soon Sure gets lonely living here on the moon I've got a tale to tell About my planetary prison cell We could shoot the breeze Go out walking
Mary got a present from an old friend It had been forwarded and forwarded again It didn't come through the post, wasn't brought to her door This delivery
And if the karma patrol Take control I'm gonna be in trouble And if the mole police Asks for receipts I am gonna burst their bubble Richen, smidgen Muddy
[Verse 1] You got it, got it goin' on The way you lead the ladies on You know it, it's all because of you They want it, they all want a piece of you It
I can see it in your eyes this time you're hardly breathing But don't be alarmed girl this time we don't go up for air I love it when you're nervous (
Schenk' mir doch ein kleines bißchen Liebe setz' mich nicht auf Liebesdiät weil mir bei deiner Reduktionskost noch der Appetit vergeht laß
(Lyrics/Music: Lucio Dalla, Giuseppe Di Leva) (Ed. Pressing Line - Bologna) (Note: inno per le Olimpiadi di Pechino 2008) (vai vai vai) (vai vai) Vai
Io ci saro quando tu tu mi cercherai nell'aria io ci saro anche se tu non mi vedrai e dubiterai di me come se ci fosse una risposta a questo amarsi come
Ma chi l'avra inventato quest'uomo? Ma chi l'avra insegnato a quest'uomo a leggermi fin dentro i pensieri prima ancora di me, prima ancora di me? Appena
