(E. A. Mario) Partono 'e bastimente p' 'e terre assaje luntane, cantano a buordo e so' napulitane! Cantano pe' tramente 'o golfo giA scompare, e 'a
I done lost my ugly spare I am cheerful now Got the warmth all over To smoother my worried brow Oh, the girl I use to be She ain't me no more I closed
Don't shed a tear It's almost over now It's what you fear Will come true somehow Try not to think Because the pain will go away Let's hope it's not
(whisper) it's snowing, It's snowing! Hey look it's snowing! Snow is falling softly falling oh what a wonderland white and new! Snow is falling gently
She drips down the walls while I unravel like a web My body quivers in the silence as she chains me to the bed Sit back, let the, chemicals find their
Distance means nothing to me It only makes me wanna see you longer My words just like a mentioned kiss With every letter they are growing stronger Days
Well when the wind don't blow in Amarillo, and the moon along to Gunnison don't rise, shall I cast my dreams upon your love babe, and lie beneath the
Roving up in Oklahoma, people call us blind 'Cause we believe in God and love, and old fashioned things We still draw the line between wrong and right
all my dreams take me backwards i can see a little child his mother in black what a pleasure touched by death snow falls cover the dead cold doesn't touch
HE'LL DO THE HEIKKI LUNTA DANCE AND THEN JUST WATCH IT SNOW CHORUS: DANCE, DANCE, DANCE HEIKKI LUNTA DANCE MAKE IT SNOW, SNOW, SNOW HEIKKI LUNTA SNOW DANCE, DANCE, DANCE HEIKKI LUNTA
There's a knock at the door that I adore There's a face at the window, a smiling yellow face There's a knock at the door And if I were at home, they'd
Snow in San Anselmo The deer cross by the lights The mission down in old San Rafael And a madman looking for a fight A madman looking for a fight And
(guest appearance by the dukes of stratosphear) It's snowing angels, on my front porch Take a broom and sweep one in I'm such a lucky guy, such a lucky
Partono 'e bastimente p' 'e terre assaje luntane, cantano a buordo e so' napulitane! Cantano pe' tramente 'o golfo gia scompare, e 'a luna, 'a miez' '
(Gene Autry) Santa works all day in his workshop Making lots of games and toys Then one day, he hops in his sleigh To bring them to the girls and boys
Please send some snow Some snow for Johnny He wants to build A big snowman It was a week just before Christmas Way down in Lousianne A little boy was
Il a neige sur Edimbourg, et il doit faire froid dans Paris. J'ai bien aime ce grain d'humour dans le mot que tu m'as ecrit. Il a neige sur les trottoirs
Abbiamo parlato a lungo Tu guardavi le mie mani Io la curva dolce del tuo sorriso E un pensiero silenzioso Trafiggeva la bellezza trasparente Dei tuoi