Keep the new promise you made Break the mould Break youre back Break the promise you made Seek the world now Don't look back Make you're promise today
Překlad: Vítěz. Slib.
Voy a comensar A olvidarte de una vez Arrancando de mi mente Este amor tan deseado Voy a prometerme No volver a dedicarte Otro sueno de mis noches Un
again If I never spend a morning without you If I never spend a morning without you Old the land, older its people. But the promise of new life is still the victor
I arose and Marigold lay down with Curious Iris Cherry gave to Victor her prudence and her virus For the sake of purity I can recall the time and place
and die Bringers of plague, the faithful wither and fade Bringers of famine, the hunger grows and grows Cure not our ills... Feed on our souls... Promise
you need I will , I will Whatever you need Keep it comin?, y?all, uh So remember, next time you feel like walking away God has made a promise to you
me Stage 18. I have a message for Mr. DeMille. (A scene-change reveals the cavernous exterior of Sound Stage 18, where the STAND-INS for Victor Mature
" and she offers them a drink The countess of the social grace, who never seems to blink And she promises to talk to you if you promise not to think
To the victor the spoils As I lay here seduced by the power of my ill begotten gains Outside - War! The ruthless slay Basking in horrors as my tyranny
promise Oh mystical East, you've lost your way Your rising sun shall rise again My Western world gives out her hand A victor's help to your fallen land
(Victor Manuel Matos) Por un camino sin rumbo Vagaba en el mundo Mi atormentado corazon Y al encontrarte perdido Crei olvidar lo sufrido Fui de ti y
-toi !" J'aim' les papillons et les scarabees Mais Napoleon, j' peux pas l'avaler La nuit, j' reve de baffes et de gros zeros De fautes d'orthographe et d' Victor
shall rise again. My Western world gives out her hand, A victor's help to your fallen land. This is my Western promise. Hai! Mystical East, all taxi
[Verse 1:] Since before I was a notion to be complete and even before Vera and Victor would speak to meet God predestined that the days I would hit the
in the slums to the burbs, where they migrate Who the one they talkin bout? That?s what I thought, WALE! A long way from a grammy, ima get it I promise
