Käännös: Antiikki. Small Time.
: Un piano est mort Et celle-la l'aimait... Quand elle etait jeune et quand elle venait se saouler l' dedans de pathetique En se frottant au piano nostalgique
: Traveling far, through the meadows and woods, hearing cries, echoes and woos... Laughter and chants going down where the joker's play...a harrowing
: N-ggas say they like my old shit So I give them some old shit What the f-ck do I care, its old Shit I'll give them some old shit No, I'll give them
immortalo e ch'io ripenso pallidi e tremanti come amore li avvinghio, borgo ascolta, questa volta, la nuova istoria che narrar ti vo. Borgo antico,
: It's soft in the middle With a shell around it It's called life It goes wherever it wants to Don't try to predict it Then you'd offend it It's meant
: If you're looking for me I'd suggest you look in the last place That you will ever find me 'Cause I'm going out With all my friends tonight, for once
: Somebody somewhere is stealing time Take a trip to Old Mexico Where you can unwind No need to say you're sorry No need to beg Just try the perfect
: The day I met you the music filled the air. I asked to call you, all I could do was stare. We went out on the town, we danced until the dawn. But when
: In the morning When you wake up And you're dream is near But it's not quite clear And it's calling And you want back in the arms of Sleep And then
: It seems I am wrong again. I don't know why I even try 'Cuz I forget, to my regret, And you are always right as rain. Right as rain. Don't expect
: You're black and blue, and I don't know what to do. He takes his fears out on you. But someday, we'll escape, and find us a new place. where he won
: We walk to relay the black hole staring at us, and we were nervous We chose to ignore and stay safe on the edge in the grass, looking up at the stars
: I had a dream that I found your necklace lying in the bottom of a stream A glitter's snow, cold and painful fell from you as you slipped away I've
: From the moment you begin breathing, you start dying too. and we have 10,000 chances to get it right. and I spend most of my time like a worried child
: (You were right.. right on time) Modern girls always have to go Old fashioned men always want a mistress (You were right. I was wrong) Modern girls
: It's a lonesome old town When you're not around I'm lonely as I can be I never knew how much I'd miss you But now I can plainly see It's a lonesome
: Sin brillantes conclusiones ni versiculos de fuego; sin palabras que hagan juego con grandes decoraciones; sin humos o presunciones, mas bien con talante
