tuo scottando un po? la bocca mia brucia il tuo viso E in fiamme vanno via parole tue parole mie belle parole Tutte vanno via nel cielo con le belle
Big Bird: I think that it is wonderful To wake up with the sun When it has just begun To shine Hello, bright morning sun The Count: I think that
One minute's fading One minute's past But I've got this moment To make it all last I'm standing before you, taking my chance on Everything I never thought
I know that?s what a man?s supposed to do. But sometimes you?re so tired when you get home, You?re not much fun to talk to. Saturdays, you kick that
Have you ever been flyin' down a long country road With the windows wide open and the sun rushin' in? Have you ever sat starin' at the shoreline all night
Now, tomorrow is all there is No need to look behind the door, you won't be standing there no more I had my chance to dance another dance I didn't even
A little space, a little time Seen what it can do A little faith, peace of mind See what passes through The sun will shine on you again A bell will ring
I meant to tell you yesterday How the sun looked in your hair And how the light danced in your eyes As you were standing there I searched my soul
altar boy molested in confession Who plotted for 20 years then slit the throat of a reverend And half of this thought is young vandal the system Contraption of credo
in the white room In the eyewhite, skullwhite room In the bed, Amongst the dead: Santa Rita, ora pro nobis I looked at you And touched the earth Hid under concrete and cruelty Credo
angry but never mean It takes a lot to make her draw her mace We are so underground, we are both really down No one would think to question our street cred
e parliamo davanti a un caffe pronto? Stefania?non ti sento piu Stefania, Stefa Stefaniaaaaaaaaaa Stefaaaaaaaaaaaa Stefaniaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! e mi e finito il credito
someone tipped the scales & watched the waters flood they blew out all the windows, caked the walls with mud & everybody knows when it hits in the south
chi non sa vedere, Buio nella mente, Che cerca e nulla vede, Quante notti d?amore volevo, Io sentivo la voglia di avere qualcuno, E la forza di credere
mai piu, ma non e detto che non ce ne saranno altre belle in maniera diversa. Credo che non sia tutto qui, pero prima di credere in qualcos'altro bisogna
tre parole Tre parole, credo nel destino La mia suoneria sul tuo telefonino Tre parole, bolletta della luce Stipendi troppo bassi, lo Stato deduce Avere belle
E' bello stare qui a guardarti e quasi decifrarti in questi tuoi silenzi, in queste tue paure perche sono pure, perche sono belle com'e bello, cara, stare