Oversættelse: Sinatra, Frank. Læg dine drømme Away (til en anden dag).
I'm the one to hurt you I'll be in every of your dreams When you fall asleep Then I'm with you I'll be your nightmare 'cause you're in my dreams, too
white, with so many colors in this light Take a brush and paint whati??s in your dreams, a perfect picture Ii??m looking at my reflection, for the answer
wrong Ive wiped my tears away now its time for a change No I cant waste another day Coz if u dont dream big whats the use in dreaming. If u dont have
your work And nothing more ! You are possessed- What is your demon ? You've never been This way before- Where is the fire You built your dream
baby) And if you with me put your hands high (Put your hands high) If you ever lost a life before, this one's for you (And if you with me put your hands
Gimme your love - gimme your love in the morning Gimme your love - just gimme a piece of your heart When you're away from me I'm yearning For more than
to carry on When all that I've been livin' for is gone I didn't come here for cryin' Didn't come here to breakdown It's just a dream of mine is coming
played the side for you niggas that's tryin' to front and see Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you niggas the son of me Pause for this dumber speech, I blow
and let me hear you say Let's fly away What a feeling when you touch my heart Love will make a brighter day Strong together for a better start Dreams
'll go for it To travel the world And lose control for it To give it away And never hesitate Just knowing one day It will reciprocate The mad things we do for
drugs for me Pussy and religion is all I need Grab my hand and Baby, we'll live a hell of a life Never in your wildest dreams Never in your wildest dreams
your wings now you can't stay Take those dreams and make them all come true Butterfly fly away, butterfly fly away We've been waiting for this day All
It's the morning of your very first day And you say hi to your friends you ain't seen in a while Try and stay out of everybody's way It's your freshman
hear it for New York New York, New York One hand in the air for the big city Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty No place in the world that can compare Put your
she'll never know your story like I do But she wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts She's Cheer Captain and I'm on the bleachers Dreaming about the day
're worth it There's so much left for us to say Maybe I was lost Or maybe I was just afraid Can you just forgive me? And hold me in your arms again!
