Překlad: Guided By Voices. I Am Strom.
Překlad: Vandalové,. Visí sám od stromu.
: Voice le printemps qui passe; -Bonjour, tisserand, bonjour Ami, cede-moi ta place, J'en ai besoin pour un jour. C'est moi qui fais la toilette Des
my world! Don't think that I'm so less grown You can't wash your hands.Oh!Tripping head Join us with your dance Hang On A Tree Hang On A Tree... I wanna
Voice le printemps qui passe; -Bonjour, tisserand, bonjour Ami, cede-moi ta place, J'en ai besoin pour un jour. C'est moi qui fais la toilette Des bois
girl there's only me no friends or family, another Christmas alone Got no food to eat, no ornaments or wreath so I'll hang myself from the tree Christmas
're layin' and cryin' away And the dozen or so Of the friends that I know Aren't worth the time anyway The tree can be a hangin' tree The rose a thorny stem
Would you like our way home? I bleed my own 'Round the hangin' tree Swaying in the breeze In the summer sun As we two are one 'Round the hangin' tree
hangin' tree Was a tree of life, new life for me A tree of hope, new hope for me A tree of love, new love tor me The hangin' tree, the hangin' tree,
The moss hangs like witches hair from the big oak tree And from across the swamp there comes riding on the breeze The sound -- the sound -- Bi-Yo rhythm
Spittin' my Uzi, don't lose me My trigga niggaz represent, drivin' dirty in J-30's gettin' bent And to my hit hoes, my murder mommies I be smokin' trees
topic Nigga you do the shrimp, trip to the tropics That's not my steez, not like me It's not the way I wanna blow my cheese, like I blow my trees The
moon out Niggaz in they trucks creepin' With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these bitches Yea, team select, please collect, G's connect Thieves nigga direct the trees
Horny gun shootin' long haired havin' Nigga, straight up nigga Nigga, straight up nigga Nigga, that's right fool look at me Just the kinda nigga you'd like to hang from a tree
land Myrtle Park, Marcy, Flushing and Nostrand And still I grew some how I knew the sun will shine through And touch my soul take hold of my hand Look man a tree
Comparisons are easily done Once you've had a taste of perfection Like an apple hanging from a tree I picked the ripest one, I still got the seed You
Carrying the weight on the end of a limb You're just waiting for somebody to pick you up again Shaded by a tree, can't live up to a rose All you ever