Joe Purdy - Wash Away
I got troubles oh, but not today
Cause they're gonna wash away
They're gonna wash away
And I have sins Lord, but not today
Cause they're gonna wash away
They're gonna wash away
And I had friends oh, but not today
Cause they're done washed away
They're done washed away
And oh, I've been cryin'
And oh, I've been cryin'
And oh, no more cryin'
No, no more cryin' here
We get along Lord, but not today
Cause we gonna wash away
We gonna wash away
And I got troubles oh, but not today
Cause they gonna wash away
This old heart gonna take them away
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Текст любимых песен
Started by Naglaya, Feb 05 2007 02:55 PM
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#681
Posted 18 February 2011 - 08:08 PM
#682
Posted 19 February 2011 - 04:34 PM
DEPECHE MODE -WRONG (Мои любимые Депеши)
Wrong!
Wrong!
Wrong!
Wrong!
I was born with the wrong sign in the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique
Wrong!
Wrong!
There's something wrong with me chemically
Something wrong with me inherently
The wrong mix in the wrong genes
I reached the wrong ends by the wrong means
It was the wrong plan in the wrong hands
The wrong theory for the wrong man
The wrong lies on the wrong vibes
The wrong questions with the wrong replies
Wrong!
Wrong!
I was marching to the wrong drum
With the wrong scum
Pissing out the wrong energy
Using all the wrong lines
And the wrong signs Не те знаки
With the wrong intensity
I was on the wrong page of the wrong book
With the wrong rendition of the wrong hook
Made the wrong move every wrong night
With the wrong tune played till it sounded right, yeah!
Wrong!
Wrong!
Wrong! (Too looooong!)
Wrong! (Too looooong!)
Wrong! (Too looooong!)
Wrong! (Too looooong!)
I was born with the wrong sign in the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy (Too looooong!)
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies (Too looooong!)
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme (Too looooong!)
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique
Wrong!
Wrong!
Wrong!
Wrong!
Wrong!
I was born with the wrong sign in the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique
Wrong!
Wrong!
There's something wrong with me chemically
Something wrong with me inherently
The wrong mix in the wrong genes
I reached the wrong ends by the wrong means
It was the wrong plan in the wrong hands
The wrong theory for the wrong man
The wrong lies on the wrong vibes
The wrong questions with the wrong replies
Wrong!
Wrong!
I was marching to the wrong drum
With the wrong scum
Pissing out the wrong energy
Using all the wrong lines
And the wrong signs Не те знаки
With the wrong intensity
I was on the wrong page of the wrong book
With the wrong rendition of the wrong hook
Made the wrong move every wrong night
With the wrong tune played till it sounded right, yeah!
Wrong!
Wrong!
Wrong! (Too looooong!)
Wrong! (Too looooong!)
Wrong! (Too looooong!)
Wrong! (Too looooong!)
I was born with the wrong sign in the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy (Too looooong!)
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies (Too looooong!)
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme (Too looooong!)
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique
Wrong!
Edited by Милый Друг, 19 February 2011 - 04:38 PM.
#683
Posted 01 April 2011 - 09:23 PM
Линда "Марихуана"
Тонкий-тонкий росток обвивает меня.
Я купалась в огне, забывая себя.
Завяжи мне глаза и дотронься где ток.
Я как будто одна, я как будто цветок.
Я как дым ухожу и не видишь никак,
Я как будто пыльца на горячих руках.
Это было со мной, это не было днем,
Я как-будто лечу над огромным дождем.
Я не буду больше плакать, тихо плакать,
Не поможет это.
Я не буду больше плакать, тихо плакать.
Я молчу, ты молчишь...
Ма-ма-ма-марихуана -
Это не крапива, не бери ее.
О-о-о..
Ма-ма-ма-марихуана,
Ты ее не трогай, лучше без нее.
О-о-о...
Я шагнула назад, я шагнула вперед.
И не думала, что ветер нас унесет.
И на белых листах отпечатались мы,
Как рассказы огня от холодной луны.
Я не буду больше плакать, тихо плакать,
Не поможет это.
Я не буду больше плакать, тихо плакать.
Я молчу, ты молчишь...
Ма-ма-ма-марихуана -
Это не крапива, не бери ее.
О-о-о..
Ма-ма-ма-марихуана,
Ты ее не трогай, лучше без нее.
О-о-о...
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