That Cuban girl that brought me low She had that skin so fine and red lips rose-like now Her mouth was wide and sweet as well And now relentless hours
that I will not eat them with Prince Paul I will not eat them with Low Rawls I do not like green eggs and swine I do not like those 3rd Bass rhymes
you gotta burn that building down i would love to see that world come crasing down then the people under could come crawling out see the sun for the
You told me you were made of gold, walked a mile and dug a hole, and buried yourself in the dark and dirty ground, With a shovel and a pirates map, I
I will not eat them with Prince Paul I will not eat them with Low Rawls I do not like green eggs and swine I do not like those 3rd Bass rhymes) [Pete
That Cuban girl That brought me low She had that skin so fine and red lips rose-like now Her mouth was wide And sweet as well And now relentless hours
Translation: David Bowie. What In The World (Low).
Translation: Mike Doughty. Looking At The World From The Bottom Of A Well.
Translation: Soundtracks. Looking At The World From The Bottom Of A Well.
Translation: 3rd Bass. Green Eggs And Swine.
Translation: 54 soundtrack. Looking At The World From The Bottom Of A Well.
: (Bowie) You're just a little girl with grey eyes Never mind, say something Wait until the crowd cries Oh, wait until the crowd cries You're just a
: Habitantes de un mundo desolado, al que muchos dieron. Habitantes sin nombre, casa, descalzos. Habitantes que van desamparados. Habitantes sin voz,
" (I will not eat them with Prince Paul I will not eat them with Low Rawls I do not like green eggs and swine I do not like those 3rd Bass rhymes) [
il contrario alcuni sono troppo indecisi, dietro un sipario, la verita e un bel guaio, la trovi in fondo a un lago attaccata a un sasso, la trovi in basso
(Bowie) You're just a little girl with grey eyes Never mind, say something Wait until the crowd cries Oh, wait until the crowd cries You're just a little
I'd rather die than need this If I could just hold off tonight By tomorrow you'll be gone Yeah, I'll be alright on my own. But no, no, no, just isn't
Peripheral profligacy of transcendental lower world The mistress of the netherworld While Namtar is the God of Pestilence Torrents of blood gushing down
