I can't get that trumpet out of my head I can't get that trumpet out of my head I woke up and I can't get that trumpet out of my head And you say you
There was nothing that I ever wanted more than for you to hold this deep with your heart. To lay beside me as my halo bums deep to cinder and to the wale
I will pick you up, in my stretch limo Together we can cruise down, to San Limo I will pick you up, in my stretch limo Together we can cruise down, to
bolje ne moze. Marsira tesko kamenje. Ja stojim, gledam, ne shvatam. I gubim koncentraciju. Misli mi beze, nestaju, idu u emigraciju. Limene trube duvaju
Good substitute for inspiration, prostitutes and perspiration Look don't touch I think you ought to show me exactly what don't you want to be Here that
The whirlwind howls my name My mind soars across the planes The blood upon the stone Dried ages ago And the gods are sleeping No one left to bow before
The trumpet child will blow his horn Will blast the sky till it?s reborn With Gabriel?s power and Satchmo?s grace He will surprise the human race The
Wi??hle ti??glich in der scheii??e und niemond weii??e wie ich heii??e Es gibt nur einen der mich kennt und mich bei meinen namen nennt Erst als sich
(Durval Vieira, Graça Góes) Eu só fumo no cachimbo da mulher Fumo é no cachimbo da mulher Fumar cigarro nunca mais eu me acostumo
Goodbye, my love, it's time to go I heard a silver trumpet blow It's calling me to fight the foe and so goodbye, my love The world is ours to wander free
Cleare or cloudie sweet as April showring, Smooth or frowning so is hir face to mee, Pleasd or smiling like milde May all flowring, When skies blew
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The light from the window Falls on the floor And after it breaks I cut my feet On the little bright pieces I glow in the dark But only when night falls
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Sogno un cimitero di campagna e io la all'ombra di un ciliegio in fiore senza eta per riposare un poco 2 o 300 anni giusto per capir di piu e placar gli
(Lucio Battisti) Sogno un cimitero di campagna e io la all'ombra di un ciliegio in fiore senza eta per riposare un poco 2 o 300 anni giusto per capir
