It's been a long day coming, seems like it'll go on Your window is open to the night and your coffee's still warm You're feeling good now, looking well
mess The world addicted and obsessed Hollywood is full of shit Say what you like I got nothing to hide I've been crucified, like Jesus Christ So fuck
Превод: Здравко Цолиц. Траппед (Пабло Флореса ремик Мајамију Мик).
Превод: Мајер, Кристијан. Ангел четвртом спрату.
Превод: Валз, Кристијан. Више од цвећа.
Превод: Пластеник Цвеце. Крајстчерч Звона.
frances. No dije nada, no me acerque. Todos los besos acaban por ser ... Flores raras, flores caras. Flores raras, flores caras. Flores raras, flores caras. Flores raras, flores caras. Flores raras ... Flores
me espera al otro lado, yo lo tengo que encontrar. He clavado veintisiete alfileres a un santo en la Florida, he vuelto sin pisar raya y sin doblar ninguna esquina. Pon flores
The world addicted and obsessed Hollywood is full of shit Say what you like I got nothing to hide I've been crucified, like Jesus Christ So fuck the
I thought her lost And no heaven would silence the pain Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost Desire for warm blood again Princess lay down thy florid
the third. To Julia Parker. Hey Jeff the king Where's my mic stands? Martini with his forty ounce in hand. To Jai Dods, and his son Christian. I gotta
the eye, it's the end of the road, in the persons Maybach, mean im gettin more doe, smellin christian dior, i used to be poor, when ya cross Florida
