there's music on the wind And with every beat it plays a part Of music on the wind How can you resist a moonlite night When there's music on the wind
s music on the wind And with every beat it plays a part Of the music on the wind How can you resist a moonlit night When there's music on the wind You
번역: 수지 Bogguss. 바람에 음악.
Wild as the wind Wild as the wind As the wind Wilder than the wind my love is Wild as the wind Let my heart love you oh Wild as the wind
ll never see me with my sunglasses on in the club dancing on the tables to my own song getting buzzed And you never see me with a couple bottles of Chris trying to pick up on
im stuck on stupid rain Forrest couldn't get wetter than you get I used to beat it up you gave me your love I abused it now im facing the music Bridge
, hey, DJ let the music play (Let the music play) I'm gonna let this party live (I wanna let this party live) Hey, DJ throw my cares away (Let the music
wet I ain't no rookie, I'm a microphone vet Evil E's on the set, hit the deck Be easy on the cut Be easy on the cut Be easy on the cut And no mistakes
Well, he was no more than a baby then Well, he seemed broken hearted, something within him But the moment that I first laid eyes on him all alone On the
in the town This girl was cuchie down, backside wasn't leaving ground I was on it like a hound, got at her on the double But been all up on her bubble
and laughing too Twenty four before, my love, you'll see, I'll be there with you Along the drifting cloud, the eagle searching down on the land Catching the swirling wind
oh, oh Twenty four before my love You'll see I'll be there with you Along the drifting cloud The eagle searching down on the land Catching the swirling wind
silence of seasons on We relive abridge sails afloat As to call light the soul shall sing Of the velvet sailors course on Of the velvet sailors course on
Sorry my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes Benz convoys with the wagon on the side Only big boys keep deuces on the ride Gucci Chuck Taylor with the dragon on
a call a pack of Spaniards screamed for more music is the language of us all music is the language of us all music is the language of us all music is
's pure like one' My love it is wild and not mild and on the run An Austrian waltz is a very strange thing When it's played in the midst of a Melbourne music
scared that love lived on the edge / Scared of love lived on the ledge / Like love lived on the ledge / As if my love
