I'm not too wise but just try to call me stupid my morals are pretty low, but just try to tell me so my trap never shuts but just try to say I'm talking
Potato 2, potato 3, potato 4 5 potato, 6 potato, 7 potato, more Better run and hide if they're searching for you Can you get home without them catching
If you just take my sense of freedom If you just take away my home You can't ever hope to win me This I'll tell you for sure There is strength in the
sometimes i like to sit at home with a can of chrome polish put a little of the polish on a cloth then rub it back and forth across the chrome ya know
Back in 1940 My Grandfather died Fightin' in a spitfire Over at Kent countryside Since then my country never really got back off its knees Uncle Joe
Words & Music by Ed Bruce The lashes that she bats Above those big blue eyes are real The nails she scratches my back with are hers She's soft and warm
Got with the program, swallowed it whole, Sugar made it easy, ice made it cold. Reached out and touched them on a tv screen, Broke out the polish,
Polish Poem David Lynch Chrysta Bell - lyrics I sing this poem to you... on the other side, I see Shall you wait, no one (?) It?s far away, far away
To swim in troubled waters for days, To wait here for the end. To float in air, too heavy from almost nothing. To whom to reach out a hand? If I
No me digas q te vas Por que te vas Hacia donde partiras Por que me dejas Necesito tu cuerpo Por que te vas La vida no es justa Por que te vas Te vas
Yo... El Taltaro Y ahora... Sonando... con ser bichote Sonando con ser al pachino en scarface Andan muchos trangalangas en las calles roncando (Y andamos
[Hector 'El Father'] Jajajaja! [Polaco] Jajajaja! [Yomo] Jajajaja! [Polaco] La nueva amenaza! Jajajajajajaja! [Yomo] "Los Rompediscotekas"! [
They see the automation and they will not default. We accept these devious schemes because there are no morals in this economy. No heart. Polish up the
Got with the program, swallowed it whole, Sugar made it easy, ice made it cold. Reached out and touched them on a tv screen, Broke out the polish, scrubbed
Překlad: Jon Anderson. Polský.
Překlad: Ed Bruce. My Baby nepotřebujete žádný polský zářit.
Překlad: Krutihlav obecný, Gottlieb. Polonéza Blankenese.
