время я был наверно полный клоун, ты не любила характер мой в стиле "казанова". Забыла кто я? в ответ ни слова, что вы... забытый полк тогда ж ещё не
Где мои мечты и этот новый, новый, новый, новый рай Где мои мечты Бентли, филок гора, фэны, клипы Где мои мечты и этот новый, новый, новый, новый, рай
Мы не особые, мы просто новые люди. Поколение, что мечтает быть в Голливуде Качели – качают, карусели – крутят, а время убегает Мы стоим на распутье.
Sugarhill, Fatback, Run-D.M.C., EPMD Fat Boys, Redhead Kingpin, Cool C And my man Kurtis Blow, yo The battlefield, the synonym call it the wax The recording
Sebastian you're in a mess You had a dream, they called you king Of all the hipsters, is it true? Or are you still the queen? Like getting blood out
She's such a flirt and I am the lonely heart Give it a chance for our love to start But you'll never see if you don't give me a shot To show you what
I take myself from the bottom shelf And I reel my troubles in And I put them up on a higher hill To a place I've never been And I'll wait for you if
Some of you all never been down South too much Some of you all never [Incomprehensible] I' gonna tell you a little story So you'll understand where I'
I used to play the trumpet once but now I play guitar Somebody told you it's more mellow. Well I've played a lot of music since but I really haven't grown
Down in Louisiana where the alligators grow so mean There lived a girl that I swear to the world Made the alligators look tame Polk salad Annie, Polk
I was down on the east side On a block with no name When I walked in a movie You were blue, I was game Tell me, did you love it, baby? Did you think
The way them gal ya look so pretty, full a witty Them no gritty me hafi put them pon me bookshelf Yes, a no one a di whole committee inna the city them
The waking hour of scarlet warfare, I will fight for you. Our blood will wash away. Their skin will crack and peel in a thousand fires. We will break
The key is so distant I've opened doors Know when to listen Know what to listen for, yeah The shelf in the room Has been the way Of holdin' me And letting
'Ya got 4 butts in the ashtray and a bottle in the kitchen sink And you're passed out on your bedroom floor on 4 days worth of stink Your only dreams
She's such a flirt And I am the lonely heart Give it a chance For our love to start Cause you'll never see If you don't give me a shot To show you what
Some of them say that the bad men And wicked will fall I say we need more teachers To teach the small The youth becoming prisoners They building the wall
(Pedrini) Rimani qui, brilla il bicchiere ed ascolta insieme a me questo vino puo parlare, respira un po' e controluce: "Ai tuoi doni Cerere!" Destinati
