Vertaling: Peter Allan. Stragglas.
Vertaling: Peter Allan. Drank On Me.
Vertaling: Peter Allan. Lei die pad.
in this proud land we grew up strong we were wanted all along I was taught to fight, taught to win I never thought I could fail no fight left or so
Where have all the flowers gone? Long time passing Where have all the flowers gone? Long time ago Where have all the flowers gone? Young girls have picked
Because all men are brothers wherever men may be One union shall unite us forever proud and free No tyrant shall defeat us, no nation strike us down All
Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam And the deer and the antelope play Where seldom is heard a discouraging word And the skies are not cloudy all
Wir bauen uns ein neues Haus aus lauter Liebe auf. Mit einem schönen großen Dach aus guten Wünschen drauf. Wir legen einen Garten an
"Hey Mac, see you down the Dolce Vita! "Get back, we don't have time 'Cos I hear we're sending off the heroes When the yera goes, [they're] out of the
I'll believe you when I see you cry No one needs to tell me reasons why And I'm scared of losing, losing all we have When there's all eyes on you All
ich los. (Eh...) Mein altes Leben, schmeckt wie 'n labbriger Toast. Brat mir ein Pracht-Steak, Peter kocht jetzt feinstes Fleisch. Ich bin das Update, Peter
Del says .. "Sax solo by a busker pulled in at Waterloo Station, Obviously paid nowt, Thacher was in power remember !!!" I can't go out and socialise
Old time movies Up 'til 3 Another night Just you and me The trip was lonely Nut now we're here Let's lock the the door and disappear Golden oldies (
Baby, don't you let me down (Don't you let me down) Don't you leave me lonely (Don't you leave me lonely) Don't you run around I said baby (Baby) When
How do I tell you, it?s the end Where do I start, to begin Who?s foolin? who? It?s over We both know, it never began I know I?m done, easy, And you
Isn't it rich? Aren't we a pair? Me here at last on the ground You in mid air Send in the clowns Isn't it bliss? Don't you approve? One who keeps tearing
What a difference a day makes Twenty-four little hours Brought the sun and the flowers Where there used to be rain My yesterday was blue, dear Today
When you talk in the wind And nobody hears Makes you feel like hiding Where no one sees the tears All alone I told you That you can trust in me All we
