Preklad: Cukor. Olsmm (laická organizácia X ochranu a starostlivosť o The Wedding).
You must lay some flowers on my grave You must lay some flowers on my grave My mother and father have gone Left me in this world alone You must lay some
All day long I've been thinking about you, baby With loving you on my mind I couldn't hardly wait To get home to you, baby So I could do a little overtime
Every night before I lay If you wasn't laying beside me Then I would pray to See your face the very next day 'Cause you drive me crazy Every night before
[Originally by Jean Chapel and Bob Jennings] Lay some happiness on me show the brighter side you'll see No more loneliness to be lay some happiness
Today we're gonna do something scary We're venturing into the mind of young black males Let's take a peak... [ Young Lay ] Cuddies perved by the corner
Lay there and hate me, lay there and burn One side to the other, you toss and turn Never trust a woman Never trust a woman who loves the blues Mistake
(Bobby David/David Gillon) Monday mornin', 6 a.m. Time for me to go to work again But all I wanna do is Lay around and love on you 7:30, but I don't
When I found this my languaje in a way I began to speak my soul was free on a gust of inspiration she was soaring over the walls built with shame self
parchment papers in jars, corrected letters, confused corrections 'twixt lines, that lordly contempt for the obvious which hath ever been the mark of
Lay some happiness on me So the brighter side you'll see No more loneliness to me Lay some happiness on me Tell me I'm great and I'll be greater Build
This is what I brought you, this you can keep This is what I brought, you may forget me I promise to depart, just promise one thing Kiss my eyes and lay
In the century where man dies We the huntress of the hollow hills Must put ourselves above pity Above self deception as law We must be again as once were
You know you should lay your ghosts, but you've become used to them. You make your bed at eve, stretch ghosts over the mattress, let the insane bed tuck
It doesn't matter how rich or poor we are Doesn't matter what sex or species we are Doesn't matter with which nation we associate Doesn't matter what
Lay those loving hands on me Lay those loving hands on me I just can't help myself When you lay those loving hands on me Sometimes l get so weary I don
Come on, get out Is there something that you're feeling let out 'Cause there's a price you'll pay and get out Won't you get outta here? Come on, be free
