: I'm a little boy In the world today Trying to live his life In a grown up way Sometimes I get so scared That I can hardly move But I'm a little boy
: I will never grow old I'll never, I'll never (grow old) Cuz I walk and I walk And I talk, and I talk I search until I've found my love I never never
: That old black magic has me in a spell Old black magic that you weave so well Those icy fingers up and down my spine The same old witchcraft when your
: That old black magic has me in its spell That old black magic that you weave so well Icy fingers up And down my spine The same old witchcraft when
: (by The Band) Virgil Caine is my name and I served on the Danville train Till Stoneman's cavalry came and tore up the tracks again In the winter of
: Before I was born, there was a big war The city has since been enclosed by walls ?Human cannot live beyond these walls? The adults keeps telling me
N-ggas say they like my old shit So I give them some old shit What the f-ck do I care, its old Shit I'll give them some old shit No, I'll give them
Uste no conoce el sur si piensa que es el desierto, ni sabe como es La Pampa ni conoce su secreto: ?La Pampa es un viejo mar donde navega el silencio
Les vieilles de notre pays Ne sont pas de vieilles moroses, Elles portent des bonnets roses, Des fichus couleur de mais. Les vieilles de notre pays,
I have a gumbie cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots Her coat is of the tabby kind with tiger stripes and leopard spots All day she sits beneath the
I found a letter in the mailbox today It said thank you for your thoughts but I'm done You said that I would never build this up right here And I said
Well I dreamed of how our life could be, oh yeah Lovin' and a kissin' 'neath an old oak tree, uh huh Well I'd be singing you a song that was twenty lines
Way back yonder in the days of old The men was workin' but not savin' any dough Then came a woman lookin' real cool She said to herself "Now, that's
As with gladness, men of old Did the guiding star behold As with joy they hailed its light Leading onward, beaming bright So, most glorious Lord, may
Old toy trains, little toy tracks Little toy drums coming from a sack Carried by a man dressed in white and red Little boy, don't you think it's time
El capitano de la compagnia e l'e ferito sta per morir, el manda a dire ai suoi Alpini perche lo vengano a ritrovar. I suoi Alpini ghe manda a dire,
Toutes les musiques sont benies D'ou qu'elles viennent, quels que soient leurs nids Elles appartiennent a l'ame humaine C'est un Viennois qui me l'a
poeta immortalo e ch'io ripenso pallidi e tremanti come amore li avvinghio, borgo ascolta, questa volta, la nuova istoria che narrar ti vo. Borgo antico