Naer Mataron — тексты песен

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cowboy bebop

• autumn in ganymede
  

  G|-------------------| D|-------5-7-----5-7-| A|-5-5-7-----5-7-----| E|-------------------| Just play that for the full 3:50, pretty simple.
  

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Mac f Fiend, Mo B. Dick, Silkk the Shock

• Be All You Can Be
  

  [Silkk] [Fiend] Yo, it`s ya boy Silkk. Hey, hey. (?) Know what I`m sayin? I got Fiend and Mac in here.

Nadine Norell

• Goodbye Norma Jean (candle In The Wind)
  

  
  
  
  Goodbye Norma Jean 1000 Kerzen leuchten nachts im Wind so wie jedes Jahr. Kalt war der Tag als man dich fand. Niemand gab dir Liebe einsam war die Nacht - traurig und leer.

Bootleg

• Celebrate
  

  Find the culprit who`s snitching me out (all right) Follow that bastard and learn his route (uh-huh) I wanna know who imparticuler he`s talking to Kill `em all and kill the bitch who let him in my crew Type a letter to the bureau of investigation Tell...

Naer Mataron

• Diastric Fields Of War
  

  
  
  
  Polemos!!! A man hides, changes names... . and He attacks Bright, strong:cuts through the dark In black holes, in distant dimensions He invades For the dark night, for Unique moments.

Tear Garden

• A Ship Named Despair
  

  
  
  
  Stowaway, starless Washed down by an uncaring tide Thrown away heartlessly Crossed out for snaring a ride On a ship named despair I shoot flares in the night But nobody`s there...

Big Pun f Tony Sunshine

• Endangered Species
  

  [Chorus: Tony Sunshine] Mamma.. I don`t understand Why he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man I said mamma.. now I`m on the run Dear ma-mmahhhhhhh..

Fool`s Garden

• 25 miles to Kissimmee
  

  Miami Beach, Ocean Drive, it was the hottest afternoon of all my life. She had a fast car, she was driving slow, there was one thing, I needed to know: Where are you going to, what are you doin` with me? She said: Relax! It`s 25 miles to Kissimmee...

Ирина Хлынина

• Мои стихи подолгу не живут...
  

  Ирина Хлынина
  
  
  
  Мои стихи подолгу не живут.
  
  Они, как пепел - хрупки и сыпучи.
  
  А осень бьет кнутом и гонит тучи,
  
  И льют дожди на мой случайный труд.
  
  
  
  На...