Vertaling: Hard Rain, Fendrich. De Fia Fleckerl.
Refrein: I sing a Liad fia die und do frogst du mi mogst mid mia taunzn geh i glaub i steh auf die i sing a liad fia die und kaun de steandal seng i
Mmua..! Come ti sta ti xe 'na bea fia so proprio contento voria che no ti 'ndassi piu' via. Quelo che me xe intorno xe storie gia
: O bofia empurrava-me e dizia para desandar. Eu na?o podia compreender porqua?. Quiz-lhe perguntar. O bofia sacou do casse-ta?te e deu-me com ele uma
I know I can Be what I wanna be If I work hard at it I'll be where I wanna be I know I can (I know I can) Be what I wanna be (Be what I wanna be) If
Hold on now, don't die now, be strong now He said, "I was born a crack baby In a plastic bag in the alley Raised in a foster home With no mother to love
Alberta nichols / mann holiner You don't have to have a hanker To be a broker or a banker No siree, just simply be My mother's son-in-law. Needn't even
Right now if you raisin' some children That don't belong to you But you know you're takin' care of them Please report on the dance floor, let's go now
Somewhere down the road, you're gonna find a place It seems so far, but it never is And you won't need to stay, but you might lose your strength On the
Jesus was an only son As he walked up Calvary Hill His mother Mary walking beside him In the path where his blood spilled Jesus was an only son In the
Como el humo voy, y como el humo vengo, salgo de la noche, marco el pavimento, y es que sin razA?n viajo en el tiempo, pienso y planeo lo que vengo haciendo
Hometown lady, leavin' for the city Bags in hand, she's boardin' the train Her last look through the window, I saw her eyes were as red as mine I waved
I didn't know my mama That she had a son like me, oh no, he baby I say I didn't know my mama, no, no I didn't know she had a son like me Oh baby, baby
Born a poor young country boy Mother Nature's son All day long I'm sitting, singing songs for everyone Sit beside a mountain stream See her waters rise
Son of God, purest light, Lord on high is here tonight Stamping through, this sacred sky suddenly our eyes behold Heaven's perfect plan unfold, son of
I was born with my hand in a fist And my eyes shut tight Any wonder that I cannot resist Punchin' blindly, in a fight First time I saw swans flyin' to
Ladies and gentlemen The Preacher?s son Patti LaBelle is in the buildin? Let?s celebrate, have a basement party A barbeque, how we used to do On the
