Nagai nagai sakamichi no tochuu de tsumazuite Itai nani ka ga kirete mou arukenai Tsumasaki tachi mitai na hibi demo itsuka kitto Tsuyoku naritai to miageru
Překlad: Koš ovocí. Koš ovocí Theme Song.
Překlad: Ritsuko, Okazaki. Košík na ovoce.
Nagai nagai sakamichi no tochuu de tsumazuite Itai nani ka ga kirete mou arukenai Tsumasaki tachi mitai na hibi demo itsuka kitto Tsuyoku naritai to
fior del suo pensiero Ad uno sol dara! Ah. I am the beautiful shepherdess, who descends every morning, and offers a basket full of fresh fruit and
dirt you want it's no use. You still won't have a pinup in a fabulous room On her back pickin' out baskets of fruit. (I love you boo) Yeah freaky Petey
to 'em Throw all the dirt you want it's no use You still won't have a pinup in a fabulous room On her back pickin' out baskets of fruit (I love you
em. Throw all the dirt you want it's no use. You still won't have a pinup in a fabulous room On her back pickin' out baskets of fruit. (I love you boo
the dirt you want it's no use. You still won't have a pinup in a fabulous room On her back pickin' out baskets of fruit. (I love you boo) Yeah freak and
of angels I took a look inside my skull cap It was all there, the tissue The sinew, the arm chair The tingly aroma of urine A fruit basket filled to
to your head And it is way past her deadtime The night has just died Little blood Red Riding Hood Was passing through the woods A basket full of poisoned fruit
Yawn, yawn to the detached now See them screaming underneath Fill your baskets up with dead fruit Watch the poison trickle free Always something in the
were just doin' their job and He wasn't gonna make any problems He had a little garden, with vegetables and fruits that He gave to the troops in a basket
food that you eat, look like it not enough And you want to be real, but you got to be rough And the whole town repent, for a basket from a fruit Rappin
Nope gotta configure the five fingers Sorta hop wire vehicular skill is applicable If an eye's on the prize and the itch aint flushed I hope the fruits
the bones out man for real Yeah all applepie, yeah Straight up, Flipmode BK King thing Aiyo, it was the best heist since ice Precise rituals Skated outta Jacob's wit the Fruit
A price tag for hands from which all things are built A blanket of voices speak pleasure in shame Flowers of plastic and fruit of the same A basket
that will amaze ya Hot to death nigga, call me Smokin Joe Frazier Seal up the box and present the closed casket Busta Rhymes got the boombastic fruit basket
