I should go to drastic measures Steal enormous works of art Write a piece for eighteen violins It?s no march But it?s a start They rub their eyes and
lived your lie Unaware of what was to come A silent whisper, my final call Slowly marching... towards The death, such a relief Uncloud the sky for me Violins
Oversættelse: Marc Bolan og T. Rex. Billeder af Purple People.
l'amour qui fait ca Viola Non ne crois pas que c'est l'amour, c'est l'amour, c'est l'amour qui veut ca Viola Coulet: Dans les vies de Viola Aux enfants
(Frank Zappa & Jean-Luc Ponty) [Paramount Studios, LA probably February-March, 1973 engineer: Kerry McNab FZ bouzouki Jean-Luc Ponty baritone violin
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: [Letra:Lorenzo Partida, Musica: Mauricio Torres] Marcado por el negro infierno tu vendras para satisfacer... La lujuria te quema con ansia tu excitacion
bringing back the love... Over land and over sea March The Heroes Home For the faithful, for the free March The Heroes Home We'll be waiting when you March
death The ancient secrets follow us Breaking the darkness, the march carries on Of the new millenium warriors Race and honor Power and blood Unholy March
violato la mia ?praivacy?! Come? Non ho capito! Si! La mia privacy! Ah! Hai invaso la mia privacy! Come? Scusa? Si! La mia privacy! Ah! Hai violato la
You could be a two-time loser Everybody used to use and abuse ya But maybe you can turn your life around I can see that you act like you don't care In
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est l'amour qui fait ca Viola Non ne crois pas que c'est l'amour, c'est l'amour, c'est l'amour qui veut ca Viola Coulet: Dans les vies de Viola Aux enfants
[Letra:Lorenzo Partida, Musica: Mauricio Torres] Marcado por el negro infierno tu vendras para satisfacer... La lujuria te quema con ansia tu excitacion
worlds has begun March, March on, Storm the gates of this abomiment, and free the liar of his cause March, what do we do? March on, to the sound of a
Walk and roll with the punches I?ll keep on walking The future awaits my reply, move forward or turn my back on the healing hand of time I feel fine,
nei prati azzurri galoppando sui cavalli bianchi e neri, giochero. Sulle grandi ali colorate di bellissime farfalle, volero. Seguendo le formiche in fila indiana marcero, poi rubero il violino