Anita Lipnicka - Bones of love
Tekst :
She’s sipping a cappuccinoLike a cat sipping out of a bowl
He’s black espresso
To start his heart from going cold
He’s thinking ‘cognac’
But afraid his hands might shake
She’s checking her make-up
Her smile’s giving nothing away
You better kill me before I kill you
You look good in black
Who’ll pay the bill and keep on walking
Will get a hole in their back
Two faded tourists
Their visas have long expired
Two forgotten journalists
Whose headlines have retired
What’s that in his pocket?
They aint Chinese banknotes
What’s that in her handbag?
That’s no bar of gold
Two suntanned lovers
Love didn’t die, it just went dry
Fading into the sunset
Those bones of love passing by
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
Lambamour
O calor penetrar
Lamba te iluminar
A cançao nos levar
Pro caminho do sol
E o sol nos levar
Pelas aguas do mar
Nessas ondas dourar
Um pedaço de nos
O calor pra sentir
Lamba te colorir
Tua força sair
Na certeza de ser
De poder dividir
De poder melhorar
Lambamour que chegou
Um momento de amar
Venha pra dançar,dançar
Mexa sem parar
Deixa o corpo lambar
Deixa a...
Lamba te iluminar
A cançao nos levar
Pro caminho do sol
E o sol nos levar
Pelas aguas do mar
Nessas ondas dourar
Um pedaço de nos
O calor pra sentir
Lamba te colorir
Tua força sair
Na certeza de ser
De poder dividir
De poder melhorar
Lambamour que chegou
Um momento de amar
Venha pra dançar,dançar
Mexa sem parar
Deixa o corpo lambar
Deixa a...
F.B.I.
Here we go
F.B.I.
Here we go
F.B.I.
Here we go, here we go, yo don´t you know, you gotta get ack to know
Here we go, here we go, yo don´t you run, he´s the man with the silver gun
Verse 1:...
F.B.I.
Here we go
F.B.I.
Here we go, here we go, yo don´t you know, you gotta get ack to know
Here we go, here we go, yo don´t you run, he´s the man with the silver gun
Verse 1:...
Fly on sweet angel
I feel you livin inside me
I feel you beating my heart
I ve got the time that you gave me
To keep me while we re apart
Slip into the golden place
Light streaming from your face
Chorus
Fly on my sweet angel
Fly on...
Fly...
I feel you beating my heart
I ve got the time that you gave me
To keep me while we re apart
Slip into the golden place
Light streaming from your face
Chorus
Fly on my sweet angel
Fly on...
Fly...
Kind of
Hey,
I can t, sometimes it makes me late,
I wish I d done some crazy act to prove my fate,
I m very late, I m a normal boy, the night gets late,
I smoke another cigarette,
my youth is here but I m feeling kind of lost in...
I can t, sometimes it makes me late,
I wish I d done some crazy act to prove my fate,
I m very late, I m a normal boy, the night gets late,
I smoke another cigarette,
my youth is here but I m feeling kind of lost in...
Dom za miastem
Czasem czuję jakby życie miało do mnie ale
Nic mi nie wychodzi i nie lubię życia wcale
No co ma człowiek zrobić kiedy życie daje w kość
Gdy trudno mu zaśpiewać choćby nawet takie coś
Chwilo trwaj
Chwilo trwaj
Nie - nie wierzę...
Nic mi nie wychodzi i nie lubię życia wcale
No co ma człowiek zrobić kiedy życie daje w kość
Gdy trudno mu zaśpiewać choćby nawet takie coś
Chwilo trwaj
Chwilo trwaj
Nie - nie wierzę...