Lletres:
Isa Santana

Daddy? Daddy? Daddy? Damn man, this is crazy Got a little son now, little me Runnin' around, it's crazy I'd do anything, man, anything Life is precious

You were the dream that survived Lost in the darkness of eternity You were the hope kept alive Embraced by tomorrows that we all could never quite see

Bei jedem Wickel mit der Mutter wor mei erster Weg von daham zu Dir. Und Du host g'sogt: "Sie is' allan, des mua?t' versteh'n, ois vergeht, kumm, trink

For all the world to hear You know, Jesus gets jealous of Santa Claus Sometimes this time of year She said that Jesus gets jealous of Santa Claus Sometimes

Prime time Nursery rhyme Did you see the teacher Sister Black and white What she's gonna to do They say eye for eye, tooth for tooth But don't hurt your

Question myself till I bleed Will I live to spoil another day The answers lost in mud I won't if it goes on this way And what if you discovered that I

"Allez me cherchez Jesus." demandait Dieu le saint pere. "Mais qu'y a-t-il que lui veux-tu ?" demandait Marie sa mere. Dieu lui repondit tranquillement

I shudder to think what my father would think If he came home and found me in bed With more then just one But several of some Lovely big strawberries

Prime time nursery rhyme did you see the teacher sister black and white what she's gonna to do They say eye for eye tooth for tooth but don't hurt your