A keresés eredménye

Black Sunglasses

Na-na-na na-na na-na, black sunglasses (x2)
 
I'm just hiding from the world
the color of my eyes
You're in a Jeep with tinted windows
I'm wearing black sunglasses
 
Na-na-na na-na na-na, black sunglasses (x2)
 
I'm just hiding from the world
the color of my eyes
You're in a Jeep with tinted windows
I'm wearing black sunglasses
 
Everyone's pretending
Everyone's in casting
I'm fighting temptations
This is multitasking
 
Assaults and allusions
Who drew his conclusions
I have nothing to do with them
I stretch like an elastic band
 
It is clear where each calf has grazed
I am a two-edged sword, smearing honey and smearing butter
I'm walking 'round the streets, I can't find my place
They say, 'You're not from here, it's dangerous here at night!'
 
I'm complicated, I'm simple
I'm lifted, I'm a toast
I'm down, I'm barefoot
Black bird, I'm an ousel
 
I don't know who you are and what you're fighting for
The eyes are windows, so I'm closing the blinds
 
Na-na-na na-na na-na, black sunglasses (x2)
 
I'm just hiding from the world
the color of my eyes
You're in a Jeep with tinted windows
I'm wearing black sunglasses
 
Na-na-na na-na na-na, black sunglasses (x2)
 
I'm just hiding from the world
the color of my eyes
You're in a Jeep with tinted windows
I'm wearing black sunglasses
 
You fight, Boro, up above
your high forests
The black bird flew away
back to the courts of heaven,
where the winds are blowing
and silver branches swaying
Making you always pine for them
and sing their songs
 
Up, up, up
You fight, fight, fight
Ill, ill, ill
You fight, fight, fight
 
Na-na-na na-na na-na (Ill)
Na-na-na na-na na-na (Fight)
 
I'm just hiding from the world
the color of my eyes
You're in a Jeep with tinted windows
I'm wearing black sunglasses
 
Where the winds are blowing
(Na-na-na na-na na-na, black sunglasses)
Silver branches swaying
(Na-na-na na-na na-na, black sunglasses!)
 

Vivaldi

Wants a BMW, wants an Audi
or a Mercedes for a lot of grand
here they are taught from young
it's a classic like Vivaldi.
Wants a BMW, wants an Audi
or a Mercedes for a lot of grand
Wants a BMW, wants a BMW, wants a BMW, wants an Audi
 
Chorus:
Wants a BMW, wants an Audi
or a Mercedes for a lot of grand
here they are taught from young
it's a classic like Vivaldi.
 
This is a new import, cops don't check it
she wants a new nose, new lips
She seeks a new boss, that's new gossip
dums beat, kettledrums beat.
 
Every lady in a Micra, tells me
'Bro can I touch it' - touches,
I say 'Easy, the wife bursts quickly'
That's how it is, you easily get used to the good
 
Born in the panel, photos herself in hotels,
She's a vegan, but like the other hyenas
 
Wants a BMW, wants an Audi
or a Mercedes for a lot of grand
here they are taught from young
it's a classic like Vivaldi.
 
All of her posts get reported,
she wants to be on Star Reporters,
She has balls in her pocket like on the court,
Her face is covered like a cake
 
I see your eyes are red, what is the strain
You like to travel, but have no stamps in the passport,
When the SUV comes, they cover your transport
I like that you're open, but you are a gate
 
Born in the panel, photos herself in hotels,
She's a vegan, but like the other hyenas
 
Wants a BMW, wants an Audi
or a Mercedes for a lot of grand
here they are taught from young
it's a classic like Vivaldi.