Saint Privat September Song歌词

Quand j'étais petite, Je m'taisais comme une fleur, J'adorais les mites Mais tous ces mots me faisaient peur. J'adore mon poisson rouge, Il m'apaise jour et nuit, Il tourne en rond pour moi, Et je mentais rien que pour lui. J'aime mon jardin de roses

tous les jour, tu me demandes si je t'aime toujours mon amour, tu es l'homme je suis faite pour est-ce ma faute qu'un joli jour je doit te quitter le mariage ce n'est pas mon parcours 专辑:Riviera 歌手:Saint Privat 歌曲:Tous les Jours

Barricades 自我逃避 [歌词] You wanted to tell me, You wanted to tell me off. Come back for another, Come back for a second run. 你想对我说 你想对我说离开 重新来过 再次重新来过 You're building barricades. Ones that you cannot break down. 你在自我逃避 逃避那些你无法回避的 One way or another, You

Summer has come and passed The innocent can never last Wake me up when September ends Like my father's come to pass Seven years has gone so fast Wake me up when September ends Here comes the rain again Falling from the stars Drenched in my pain again

I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova I could walk like Brando right into the sun Then dance just like a Casanova With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked swe

I'm falling down I'm loosing ground tonight The time is running out I have to stop this endless fight I've got myself to blame But you should take the shame Just like so many times before Too many sleepless nights It's time to say goodbye My heart bl

Even an angel can end up falling Don't you cry, because you're crawling Start again, it's a beautiful morning For satellites Well, they said it was time for changing Rise and shine Everybody's making it, but you And they told you to trust your dreami

Summer has come and passed The innocent can never last wake me up when september ends like my fathers come to pass seven years has gone so fast wake me up when september ends here comes the rain again falling from the stars drenched in my pain again

It's a long long while .... From May to December For the days grow short when you reach September When autumn weather Turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got the time for the waiting game Oh the days dwindle down to a precious few September November

There ain't so many people That really could make you cry And there ain't too many things That really reach you inside When it happens It feels like we all wanna die The best time For answers might be When we cry Aren't we really really living When w