Quer me ve, quer me vem Quer me ve ai Eu to feliz, porque te amo Licuri amendoim ai Eu to legal Porque te quero, minha vida e carnaval Rema, rema, rema
-lhe, da-lhe, da-lhe, da-lhe Da-lhe, da-lhe, da-lhe Brasileiro A tica saltita como sabe Samba la, Timbalada guerengue (Oye mama)
botar o que beber Ela e livre, ela e free Ela e do, ela e mi A Timbalada ta de banda Ta de bandinha A Timbalada ta de lata Ta de Latinha O povo todo
os orixas Com a forca ijexa Candomble, reggae, magia Embalalala Embalalala Timbalala Vem com trancas negras lindas Toque de timbau e o Timbalada revitaliza
ouvia Ela sorria pra mim Eu nao sabia Sempre vinha pra mim Mas eu nao ia Quando eu percebi Outro alguem ja existia Queria que queria, era chegar na Timbalada
Margarida no jarro Margarida do barro Margarida no carro Margarida do bairro Encontrei Margarida chorona Me pedindo carona Pronde eu vou, voce vai O
Oh uh hey, good morning Tiffany Uh, hey you know what? I just wanted to thank you for this amazing breakfast Uh, the scrambled eggs and cinnamon toast
Grew up in an industrial town, two blocks away from the industrial sounds. Three generations in the same old home. Seven kids mum feels so alone.
Everything that comes out of your mouth is amazing. See your pale face passing over, over again. I'm sorry you're dead. Bite the curb. Snap. You should
Everybody's pinching their guts Young lumps of lead, floating on the harbour They pick themselves up, now they're falling down again Big lumps of lead
Nick and Ross Drink lead paint They are retarded They can't make a set list Nick and Ross! Drink Lead Paint! Nick and Ross! Drink Lead Paint! Nick and
Nobody should ever tell you what to do Nobody should ever play you like a fool Nobody should ever make you cut your hair Nobody, nobody owns you It's
Lead us to war... ...war! return home because war's where the heart is lead us to war... ...war! a procession fallen into submission Black
Du bist mir ans Herz gewachsen, wenn ich Blute hast du Schmerzen Wir mussen uns kennen, ein Korper zwei Namen Nichts kann uns trennen, ein Zweileib im
I got weights made of lead And they're hangin' round my heart Goin' tick tock I got things on my mind Make me feel I'm goin' blind Goin' blick block
Fire power in the hand of a madman Hell is gonna burn Crushing 'em down, pounding away At the point of no return Painful screams growing near Metal cutting
One million ways lay in front of you And each way calls you to itself One - pleasant for eye, another - press for body Where? How do you go, it's up
Why should I regret? I'll drop it one day My "personal history" Is closed today. What's wrong with that? Why shouldn't people know me? The ultimate