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...
Αυτό το σχόλιο αφαιρέθηκε από τον συντάκτη.
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;