Les bagnoles gueulent. Les gens se pressent. Suffocant seule. Je dois m'en aller. . Les trottoirs bougent. LE ciel s'effondre. Tous les feux sont rouges.
It's time now to sit yourself down. And take a look at who you're loving. You've got a way of building up memories. That makes it hard for me to meet them.
Woo ah mercy, mercy me. Ah, things ain't what they used to be.. No, no, where did all the blue skies go,. Poison is the wind that blows. From the north and south and east.
What's up, girl?. He stood me up again. Again?. Mmh mmh. Well what's up with this guy, do you really like him that much?. Yes, honey, I love him, he is fine, he does alot of nice things for me.
Won't you go away (little girl). Wish you wouldn't stay (little girl). Won't you go away (little girl). Wooo ooo go away.. . Go away little girl. Go away little girl.
Amanecí o través entre tus brazos. Y desperté llorando de alegría. Me encobije la cara con tus manos. Para seguirte amando todavía.. . Y despertaste tú, casi dormida.
Love is lovelier the second time around. Just as wonderful with both feet on the ground. It's that second time you hear your love song sung. Makes you think perhaps that love, like youth, is wasted on the young.
(Phone ringing). (SPOKEN). Hombre: Bueno?. Mujer: Sergio?. H: Hola, mi amor.. M: Oye, te llamo para decirte que no voy a poder ir a tu cena de cumplean~os. Porque.
My baby don't care for shows. My baby don't care for clothes. My baby just cares for me. My baby don't care for cars and races. My baby don't care for high-tone places.
Give me a kiss to build on and my imagination will thrive upon that kiss. Sweetheart I ask no more than this, a kiss to build a dream on. . Give me a kiss before you leave me and my.
There's a time each year. That we always hold dear. Good old summertime. With the birds and the trees'es. And sweet scented breezes. Good old summertime.
Younger than springtime are you. Softer than starlight are you. Warmer than winds of June. Are the gentle lips you gave me. . Gayer than laughter are you.
The age of newborn porn,. the age of fucking my own corpse,. I'm not the son of God,. I don't need any cross,. I don't need any cross,. just sex, blood and alcohol,.
My wingless angel, five black falling stars,. eclipse your skin, cords of ink sew up your scars,. my whitened devil, your hair and lightnings intertwine,.
A raindrop falls, trying to reach another one. Winding down the window pane. . Damn you, love, for all your grace. For, for you, for your Kristen face.
You said: "If there's just one step between hate and love. Don't you dare to move, we'll live in this paving stone". You know I'd detest staying outside, especially with my flu.
You're bound to fall for the bugle call;. You're gonna brag 'bout the Bugle Call Rag.. Thin or fat, young or old;. Shake their shoulders bold.. You're bound to fall for the bugle call;.
Well excuse me sir,. would you do me a favor?. See I need to write a letter,. and I never learned to write.. I got a mom and dad. waiting in Kentucky.
Walked with no one and talked with no one. And I had nothing but shadows. Then one morning you passed. And I brightened at last. Now I greet the day and complete the day.
Spending these lonesome evenings. With nothing to do. But to live in dreams that I make up. All by myself. . Dreaming that you're beside me. I picture the prettiest stories.