Well, Bohemoth calls us his own While Bahamut wanders alone They both go out to play On that cold and rainy day And Bohemoth sings us his song While Bahamut wanders along But in the glory of this spring You can hear Bahamut sing Whoa-ho-ho Are you as
spawn inside this memory again one earthbound minute, unbent a moment broken softly spoken, magic so here we are night has thrown its heels at our door and stormed its way in, bidden our feet in drunken incantations, moving happily, happily, ever aft
La Prima Vez Traditional Sephardic(伊比利亚半岛犹太民歌) La prima vez que te vidi de tus ojos me enamori. De aquel momento te ami, Fina la tomba te amare. Acercate me querida, salvadora de me vida. Descubrite y hablame secretos de la tu vida. English translati
I'm just the fool to love you I'm such a fool to think you care Although you're here your heart disappears Without a sound my heart's upside down I'm just the fool to owe you I'm such a fool to think you'll wait I cannot feel what once was so real Wi
Say Hello Rosie Thomas lyrics By Larry Cheng If I find him ...if i just follow Would he hold me and never let me go Would he let me borrow his wool winter coat I don't know I don't know If I see her standing there alone At the train station three sto
kite song yu..........................fighting oh, tie me to the end of a kite so i can go on, i can go on with my life every marigold i pass below will be my guiding light i just want to go away from here oh, tie me to the end of a kite so i can go
You're telling me that I'm your queen That nothing matches me You're making me feel like a dream The way you flatter me Are you just another fake Or something special? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) You're telling me that I'm too cool You say
Look out the window it's all horizons and halos Holding a moment healing the scars so they don't show Someone say something to crush all the noise that surrounds us If I catch a bullet then maybe we can make it through this You and me Take back time
Elle est quadrillée de marron, j'la ferme avec mon ceinturon La poignée n'est pas d'origine, ma valise, elle est née en Chine Ma valise, elle s'appelle Germaine, moi, les objets, je les baptise Allons où le destin nous mène, Germaine, allons à notre