Herbert Vianna Quando anoiteceu Nenhuma luz na nossa casa se acendeu Aonde voce estava? Aonde estava eu? Se tudo parecia nada Ainda assim O nada era mais
Vertaling: Ons Huis. Partner.
Vertaling: Ons Huis. Scheiding.
Vertaling: Ons Huis. Partner (f. Belo).
Vertaling: Os Paralamas Do Sucesso. Ons Huis.
Vertaling: Roberto Carlos. Bloemen van Ons Huis.
: Quando anoiteceu Nenhuma luz na nossa casa se acendeu Aonde voca? estava? Aonde estava eu? Se tudo parecia nada, ainda assim O nada era mais do que
I'll light the fire You put the flowers in the vase That you bought today Staring at the fire For hours and hours While I listen to you Play your
This is our time This is our night Are you alive? Get up, get up, get up, get up, time to fly Are we gonna raise the roof? (Oh yeah) Are we gonna touch
Jole Blon Delta flower you're my darling you're my sunshine Oh I love you darling forever I love you promise I'll always be true Oh ho ho ah ha ha [ fiddle
Father wears his Sunday best Mother's tired she needs a rest The kids are playing up downstairs Sister's sighing in her sleep Brother's got a date to
Don't cross that line if you don't wanna find what it feels like 'Cause I know you'll be running with your tail between your legs like a dog You better
May we not grow weary, may we not be sold May I lean in to ya til they send me home May we not grow weary, may we not be sold May you lean in to me til
Here's the story, of a little boy. Growin' up in a suburban home, Trying to cope with everyday life, Who lives in a little house, That was built, in the
Wir versaufen unser Oma ihr klein Häuschen ihr klein Häuschen ihr klein Häuschen wir versaufen unser Oma ihr klein Häuschen und
I came crawling home last night, like many nights before: I finally made it to my feet as she opened up the door. And she said, "You're not gonna do
No one in sight for fifty miles Sleeping fields sigh as I glide across their spines If I can just reach the crest of that hill This whole day will tumble
A Christmas tree with lights turned low Kids out of school, praying for snow It's the season for counting blessings, as the old year ends The crowded
