The willow in the wind is gently weeping No city lights tonight for she is sleeping But in a little while she will awake and gently smile My angel of
(music by Tommy Jackson, 1976) Instrumental from the album SUDAN VILLAGE (1976).
Hold your knife against my throat, cut me deeper Feel the blood drip down your arm, darling I paint this picture on the back of my mind But it's fading
I've been thinking about me Wondering who I am Trying to be somebody Wonderin' if I can I look into the mirror Have this silent fear There is no one
All those lies suit you. They are custom made to drive you out of reality. Lies are true for you. You know, what you do is reaching a point of insanity
Woke up early this morning Made my coffee like I always do. Then it hit me from nowhere. Everything I feel about me and you. The way you kiss me crazy
Io razzista, io fascista stupratore di bambine spia tiranno comunista dittatore di regime Io ruffiamo corruttore capo mafia spacciatore grande figlio
Time floats so slow here We won just to lose Here all walk solemnly No light shines through Here the waves break for you Deep blue the spell on us Old
Překlad: Vanessa Carlton. Osmý div světa.
Překlad: Července osmý. To je v pořádku (Song For Olivia).
Překlad: Mott Hoople. Angel osmé třídy.
Překlad: Osmá dimenze. Nikdy Změnit.
Překlad: OCTAVIA. Osmý sen o ±.
Překlad: TĚSNĚNÍ A záhumenek. Osmá ledna.
Překlad: Shakira. Osmá D.
Překlad: Tocotronic. Osmý Ocean.
