Käännös: Jacquelin Alcala. Don Diablo.
Käännös: Miguel Bose. Don Diablo.
(Don Diablo feat Dragonette) Stamp your hind legs Get behind me Animale We're making new friends We're out in the wild oh uh-oh uh-oh oh uh-oh Me and
' me with yer devil days Don't let a doggy bite yer leg Whup him on the ass and tie him to a peg - Don't tell me that your shit don't stink It's worse
Big yellow moon risin' up over them old hills Big yellow moon risin' up over them old hills Big yellow moon risin' up over the hills My baby's on a tear
tell the difference between What they tell me is the truth or a lie Tell me why the ones who have so much Make the ones who don't go mad With the same
por un hombre que no vale un centavo. pobre diabla llora por mi que soy tu pobre diablo [x3] Eliel tu sabe pobre diabla yo tengo, tengo pobre diabla
fun is gone You don't like me, I don't like you what the hell are we supposed to do who's to blame this time I don't like you, you don't like me whatever
For far too long I have sailed through the oceans of sorrow Uknowing of where I would fail next Uknowing of my failures to come Come in different shaped
the bin Alright so you don't sympathize Don't expect that you should Walk right for one day you might Run into this patch of gray clouds too Alright so you don't sympathize I don
me a smile and some good advice. She says: ?don't walk with the devil (don't walk with the devil), If you can't run with him too. Don't walk with the
I would like to burn this down. I would like to see it melt in yellow and observe a cloud of blackness rise. Watch it rise as it is wrath himself. Watch
he wails into the groove that's called the blast he'll knock your socks right up your ass so be a man and use your wrist don't chicken out you little bitch charlie don
pain or the hangover? Fresh air rolling down the window Too many Urkels on your team, that's why you're Winslow Don't make me pull the toys out, huh Don
the hangover? fresh air rolling down a window Too many Urkel's on your team thats why you're Winslow Don't make me pull the toys out huh? don't make
it's so cold Pinky rings shinin', so act like y'don't know Bitches in heat for niggaz that got dough We the flyest gangsters What you don't got is my
my nigga? Ain't nothin' just out here grindin', my nigga you know what it is What's up nigga what you need? I need some weed Aw man, I don't even fuck
theft auto, they like diablo My crews the Triad, Zeke, Santana, Cop Co' But they some Slimmy Sue can rock a Jimmy Choo shoe Next day valore sweat suit, construction Timmy boots Don
