24/9/08

Ίσως φταίει το κρύο, ίσως φταίω και εγώ...

Holy king cause my skin to crawl

Away from every evil thing

In a cotton mouth in a cotton mouth

Quick across the water bring

Your hand speak of a broken door handle

Of thoughts and deeds a little bird sings

A little bird sings

Star rise on the face of the water

Quiet comes on the wing of a lark

Call out in an old time holler

Call out if you're afraid of your dark

I will you no grief no to see you fall

Once had a mind to I'm done with that

I mean you no harm at all

What stands between us

Runs right through my head

It's water still under the bridge

We come together in a horsehead union

Hang my tobacco hands from a beam

Silver handled and chest of drawers

Out of the longhouse I took what's yours

I took what's yours

I will you no grief no to see you fall

Once had a mind to I'm done with that

I mean you no harm at all

I will you no grief no to see you fall

Once had a mind to I'm done with that

I'm done with that

I mean you no harm at all

4 σχόλια:

another είπε...

καλε μου αυτο δεν ειναι κρυο ειναι ψοφος! Εμεις εχουμε μια βδομαδα που αναψαμε σομπα και δεν προκειται να την κλεισουμε!

προτεινω κονιακ και λουκουμι! :)

par...alogos είπε...

Apo edw meria mono broxes.
Alla ka8olou kryo akoma.
Elpizw n argisei ligo akoma...

KitsosMitsos είπε...

Όλα μας φταίνε και τίποτε στο τέλος. Αυτά είναι τα ωραία!

kat. είπε...

μην το ψάχνεις..
όλοι και όλα φταίνε!

Τόσοι μπήκαν, αλλά πόσοι βγήκαν;