Chorus : La vie est belle le destin s'en carte Personne ne joue avec les mmes cartes Le berceau lve le voile, multiples sont les routes qu'il dvoile Tant
in a two bedroom apartment Wasn?t much but just enough Two crazy kids just getting started He worked at Wal-Mart she drove a golf cart Selling drinks
I've to follow. It's over hills and dales And over dykes and ditches Say will I like the lad Who wears the moleskin breeches The black horse draws the cart
Gas gan gruaim is suairce sns Glac is luaimneach luath I ngleo Ag teascadh an tslua 's ag tuairgan tria Seinntear stair ar chlairsigh cheoil Is liontair tainte cart
Would you just say something, please just anything? Because I can't stand that look on your face. We're in over our heads, we're in over our heads she
One morning as I rambled all down the seashore The wind it did whistle and the waters did roar I heard a fair damsel make a pitiful sound It sounded so
m'interroge Le docteur me guette Son ?il me parle Ses bras me demelent de ce brouillard Je me reveille un peu plus chaque soir J'ai chaud aux mains Marie
(Noel Paul Stookey) Hey, Margaret, I left you a note, did you get what I wrote? I laid it between your records. It said I'm changing my mind, and I'm
skipper, he'd been drinking and the Mate, he felt no pain. Too close to Three Mile Rock, and she was dealt her mortal blow, And the Mary Ellen Carter
Listless and observing. Flicker and await. Is this all that soothes them? Watch in scorn. What's in these words, exchanged without comprehension? It's
O Mariana I've been searching for you May your blue eyes hide everything i do O Mariana wont you wash me away The truth is i'm a lie and i cant stay
Henry, tell your wife everything. Henry, put the bible under your head. Henry, bite your lip if she says, "Do you love me? Do you love me?" Henry, what
So there's your coat and here's your hat I couldn't fight my way out of a wet paper sack no need to leave a note once you've packed if you can stay gone
(feat. Faith Evans) I ain't even good with writin, I ain't even write shit but I just felt I had to write this letter to Big. [Jadakiss:] Dear frank
Yeah, yeah, hey, hey hey [Verse 1:] R.I.P. Pooh Bear, that's my dead homie Fuck that other shit, hey, let's get this bread homie Remember when they could
Ieri in Italia pioveva tanto, e una contadina dentro all'arcobaleno raccoglieva lumache in un secchio poi le lavava e era bella, chinata sopra alla fontana
Che peccato che sia un ricordo di piu cartolina pure tu ... Muore un po' casa mia e un amico va via cartolina ... Come piove non ci credo perche fosse
che incrocia laggiu che ti fa prigioniero dei mari del Sud E scende la sera con passi felpati di pantera nera Rumori di biglie di carte e stoviglie