Prevod: Prosti dizajn. Ne Turn Away.
eyes from crying Please don?t turn your back on me; You could keep my heart from dying. Let me hold you, tenderly. Don?t turn away from me, don?t increase
that sets the mob free? Because they would've done the same for me With the kindness of people and most don't even know 'Cause this wilderness wasn't designed
him and me What we hit the weed in between the misery We spit for free We had dreams of getting cream But things don't always hold exactly how they
I can't breach My key to sovereignty lies just out of reach Can't set myself free Can't seem to keep down my last meal Can't turn back the hand I deal
't want to have nothing to do wit' you Make you hittin' everybody went to high school wit' you Wanna play you close and jump in the pool wit' you I don't
t nice I'm climbing for life so I don't mind the price I have to pay day after day to make the laughter stay And teardrops fade away Understand the plan
become a part of us even if we don't understand it. * In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then?
't come for free But it's the price we pay for happiness No, don't talk about more to life than this Dream a world maybe no one owns No, don't think
the chance to know your name I'll never turn and walk away I can't get you out of my mind I'd be lying if I said I wasn't hooked after just one look
on the low child! [T-Mo] Uhh, my eyes are a glare Uhh, I'm lookin up at this world from a stare and really don't know which way I'ma turn I could get
on the low child! [t-mo] Uhh, my eyes are a glare Uhh, I'm lookin up at this world from a stare And really don't know which way i'ma turn I could get
Free Suge Knight, y'all) (Suge Knight) Hopin God show me well [Free Larry Hoover (Larry Hoover)] Free my cousin Keith y'all, *?Hawawrka?* free free free
And get found powdery blue, you cant be proud to be you I get love like a child with a flu, you don?t want to battle me The response from the crowd?ll be Ouuu Don?t
Giry, wait. . . GIRY Please, Monsieur - I know no more than anyone else. RAOUL That's not true. GIRY (uneasily) Please, Monsieur, don't ask, there
s meant to be If somebody lets you down Don't you want to turn away and run for cover? Don't let it steal your joy don't let it destroy 'Cause in it
