a vida de mortais Missil miscigenacao Cura o mundo de ilusao O relogio esta nos pes Suba logo a subway Como posso cessar Essa fome sem ala Ala a a a a a a
salvame (x2) te vi condenar a irak y bietnam, te vi enganar ala libertad, yo vi que caian las bomba y solo se oia un ruido terrible. resa (x2) salvame
번역: 모. Icsaya 에이러 Arac Aezaya.
: salvame (x2) te vi condenar a irak y bietnam, te vi enganar ala libertad, yo vi que caian las bomba y solo se oia un ruido terrible. resa (x2) salvame
When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary When troubles come and my heart burdened be Then I am still and wait here in the silence Until you come and sit
with pride Say it for me baby Ala-Freakin-Bama (Ala-Freakin-Bama) Ala-Freakin-Bama (Ala-Freakin-Bama) Baby, open of a can of Ala-Freakin-Bama, Ala-Freakin
One wound up punch of intuition Lays flat my whole take on us. You're the girl on the wing of a barnstormer The tidal rabbit who came of age before
I am made of Sopwith Camel Sherman PT-17, sixty and cloudy, I go slow Compared to modernity I am a humming bee Sweater-weather and Hugs and drugs and
and defensive moves Then try to bust your opponent's balls! It's as easy as checkers, but exactly like pool! You're a ballbuster! Ballbuster, a great
in the luggage secured within the hold Do not walk outside this area, do not walk outside this area. Here in the cabin under constant pressure, a cargo religion Stacked in a
The chains embraced the cold blade On a saddle far from this fake world Never seen in the light as a gloomy cloud Decorated with hidden gray birds
kimimoshe veaharon yovileni lemishkenotav [x2] hoshaa mimaal veishma koli veishlach mimaal veyaazor li [x2] kimimoshe veaharon yovileni lemishkenotav [x2] A
defensive moves Then try to bust your opponent's balls! It's as easy as checkers, but exactly like pool! You're a ballbuster! Ballbuster, a great new
Shit, shit I've been hiding here for a thousand years Waiting for your ghost I've been hiding here for a thousand years Waiting for your ghost Your life
A lute, a suit for jousting And the poems of a balladeer When all the Latin books Were copied off in golden script Well hoarded away in A monastery
By dean friedman Don't marry that boy. he's gonna leave you with a broken heart. Don't marry that boy. he's gonna tear your perfect world apart. You
care for myself And I don't stand in my own light Lord, Lord, my prayer flies like a word on a wing My prayer flies like a word on a wing Does my prayer
