Traducció: Grecas. 43-31.
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There was beer all over the dance floor And the band was playin' rhythm and blues You got down and did the gator And half an hour later, you were barfin
I'm black on blacker velvet, milk skin and veins Like some El Greco painting, so full of pain So full of longing for light of day I thought I knew who
Music by ?? Produced by Chris Thomas Recorded 1969 at EMI Studios, Abbey Road Never released (The Bread And Beer Band) [instrumental]
In the summer sun of greece dreaming under orange trees That's the way to live in harmony. In the summer sun of greece dancing in the cooling breeze There
We were wasting all the wine Gettin high like two old friends Shootin shit half wit politics Rockin til 12:09 'till the neighbor up above Didn't like
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I was wearing a stick-mask in a little play Miraculous, sad and wonderful Gesturing in time with everyone little greek drama Waiting backstage, waiting
The summer sun is fading As the year grows old And darker days are drawing near The winter winds will be much colder Now you're not here I watch the
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Girisa ti gi gia na psakso tin agapi palepsa gera sta potamia mes sto xarti. Eida sinnefies ouranous me mauro dakri gkremisa vouna stou oneirou mou tin
Yeah, oh oh yeah Yeah, oh yeah I'm not the kind of girl to sit out on the sidelines The kind of girl who doesn't say it straight from her mind You're
Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together I've got some real estate here in my bag So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner's pies
Remember I will still be here As long as you hold me In your own memory Remember When your dreams have ended Time can be transcended Just remember me
This is my December This is my time of the year This is my December This is all so clear This is my December This is my snow covered home This is
YMNOS EIS THN ELEY8ERIAN *** Tou Diovusiou Solwmou *** 1. Se gvwrizw apo tnv kopsn Tou spa8iou tnv tromern, Se gvwrizw apo tnv opsn Pou me bia
We knew thee of old, Oh, divinely restored, By the lights of thine eyes And the light of thy Sword From the graves of our slain Shall thy valour prevail