We in the streets playa, getcha mail It's only two places you'll end up, either dead or in jail Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go Now throw ya
I try not to show I'm afraid. Water washes blood away. I can't remember anything but his face. This night is endless and full of conceit, like his fixation
In a while, in a word, Every moment now returns. For a while, seen or heard, How each memory softly burns. Facing you who brings me new tomorrows, I thank
For a straight-a student who knows so much You don't know nothin' 'bout love Well you and me make history There's no two hearts like us We'll go on,
Si el dolor Nos separo Si fue el temor Talvez las dos y ahora estoy buscandolo talvez podamos saber que nos paso Porque hay dos palabras doradas que
Si el dolor nos separo si fue el temor tal vez los dos y ahora estoy buscandolo tal vez podamos saber que nos paso porque hay dos palabras doradas que
(feat. Mos Def, Freeway, The Harlem Boys Choir) [Kanye West] We in the streets playa, getcha mail It's only two places you'll end up - either dead or
Sola ahi? sentada Con la mirada perdida Tus dedos jugueteaban sin quererlo Y el tiempo en ti pasaba lento Dejandote una herida Que te dolia? y que se
Stavi li.... seduta a contare le tue dita a volte ti sbagliavi e ripetevi e il tempo ti passava dentro E come una ferita si allargava... E ti taceva male
(L. Finizio - L.Sepe) Due parole..possono servire...per farsi sentire..oltre gli orizzonti e le distanze, due parole possono bastare,per modificare...
Con dos palabras Voy a decirte lo que siento al mirarte Y porque creo que en el mundo no hay nadie Que en mi vida sea tan indispensable Con dos palabras
For a straight A student who knows so much You don't know nothin' bout love Well you and me make history There's no two hearts like us Well go on, pretend
This is a sequel To a message that went unheard He was unteachable Can you believe it? Still special after all these years Hard to believe it... It
Avaa arkku, murra saranat Paasta valloileen oikeat sanat Ala liian pitkaan odota Tai menet sovinnan ajan Mita sielusi halajaa Ei kahta sanaa, ilman kolmatta
Hello you fuckers, you assholes, you social rejects? I hope you get my sarcasm as I generalize our subculture That once had the biggest of mouths. Now
Paint this picture Color it with casualties of hope and sorrow Frame it with apathy I find it hanging on a wall that you disguise as faith and trusting
Preklad: SYNTEKO, Aleks. Minuli sme dve slová.
Preklad: Gilman, Billy. Tri slová, dve srdcia, jeden Kiss.