Prevod: Celia. Pri izvajanju Aer piska.
Prevod: Omul Cu Sobolani. 7000 km v Aer.
It's another night, in another town Just different walls to look around' I'm thinking of the love I've left behind No matter where I go or what I do You
Tu, que pierdes el control Hablando en alta voz, hieres mi corazon Yo, tratando de escuchar No me puedo explicar, que extrana sensacion Tu no me quieres
Sometimes I wish I lived in Airstream Homemade curtains lit just like a gypsy Break her heart and roll out of town 'Cause gypsies never get tied down
Walking by the riverside The colors change, the seasons have turned white Reflecting the way I feel about you But you don't know 'cause I ain't by your
Yeahhh... Oooh.. Ooh.. Oooo.. Detail..Haaaoow. [Verse 1] Right there where you are, can't stop looking at you, you look so good to me. And i don't have
And all this time we're free from the void The world's darkening for me, and I can't fight The wheels all the way, the underside Don't break me down
Ain't nothing to the notice, 800 miles of prime We be plain Jack belt loaded, ha I pause, I holler, still powder line Selling bulge egg tourniquette,
If I could make a wish, I think I'd pass Can't think of anything I need No cigarettes, no sleep, no light, no sound Nothing to eat, no books to read
Up above my head I hear music in the air Up above my head I hear music in the air Up above my head I hear music in the air And I really do believe, I
Yeah What up man? Should boy prospect right here man? C Squad bx, you know what it is man Quite a long time man Y'all niggaz think this shit is easy Niggaz
Sometimes Sometimes Sometimes Sometimes If I could make a wish, I think I'd pass Can't think of anything I need No cigarettes, no sleep, no light, no
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord Can you feel it coming in the air tonight
[Written by Steven Wilson] This song leaks out onto the pavement It could be a joke, it could be a statement The more that I fake it and pretend I don
Do I Exude An air of mystery Not quite I don't want to be To be deluded I hate delusion Well if it's not enough for you What am I expected to do One
Yeah, bust how we gonna bounce off this ninety-five Soul assassins, Cypress Hill joint Yo, we want everybody out there to throw their hands up So get
