Translation: The Great KAT. Funeral March (Piano Sonata In Bb Minor, Arranged For Guitar).
Translation: KAT. Funeral March (Piano Sonata In Bb Minor, Arranged.
se ti avvicini vedrai se nasce un fiore nel fango tutto e possibile sai piano respira piano e ritrovati chiudi i tuoi occhi accarezzami sentimi dentro di te piano
isle of Manhattan I'd bring it to where you are Making a lake of the east river and Hudson If I could open my mouth Wide enough for a marching band to march
that bares a lipstick's traces An airline ticket to romantic places Still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you A tinkling piano
be saved today get on your knees and pray Have please the wrong to right and join in the fight and get in the gloryland march (Glory hallujah we are marching... [ piano
grind Other brothers ain't motivated, they can't do it Not only did I penetrate it I ran through it My music comes on and we march at the dance Inside
Sitting here wasted and wounded at this old piano Trying hard to capture the moment this morning I don't know 'Cause a bottle of vodka is still lodged
that has lipstick traces an airline ticket to the magic places and still my heart has wings these foolish things remind me of you a tinkling piano in
that bears a lipstick's traces An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you A tinkling piano
Autumn's coming in through the yard, Marching like a grandfather clock The badges he wears are tattered and old Like shredded ribbons of bright read and
It's clear to us this love affair Has self combusted everywhere And I don't feel so debonair My piano collects dust A funeral with no mourners I wish
ouml;kkäykseen, isiensä uskon puolesta se taistelee. Kun valo katoaa he esiin marssivat ja miekat rautaiset pian ilmassa tanssivat. Ei henkiin
tell the local bands down at the bar That he's the critic, yeah, I can hook you up I know everybody in the business He flunked junior high band he couldn't march
pain A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things Remind me of you A tinkling piano
me happiness or pain A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things Remind me of you A tinkling piano
Elle jouait du piano tous les soirs a sept heures Des valses de chopin, des marches militaires Des airs qui avaient fait un jour battre son coeur Son
's why I need ruby corks glasses 'Cause when I glance at the chest that I might blast the masses Subliminals transmitted through piano Integrated in flow
