Say, hey! Hear the sound of the falling rain Coming down like an Armageddon flame The shame, the ones who died without a name Hear the dogs howling
(takanami) Translators: ed valdez and ted mills Kare to anata to watashi Natsu no kageroo ni tokete yuku Suna no ue hirusagari no koi Taikutsu na hikari
This always happens to me Just when I feel happy They go and turn on me again The same thing every time I go out on a line Everyone else turns out fine
Simmons went crazy Murdered sixteen Fourteen of them family He killed them For the holidays Merry Christmas He gunned his family down His bullets were
She's the kind of girl who pays for herself And the money don't come rolling in Been living here outside of fifteen years Say how do you do, where does
shooting, fleeting get onto the set at night play it and repeat it if you don't then the people won't get it tonight scripted, heard it don't it just
Did you ever feel That just by jumping on a plane All your cares would drop away And you'd be born again Returning to a nature child Happy, wild and
Stumble out of bed and go to work at half past seven At night you fix some food and watch TV until eleven And inbetween your coffeebreaks you try to earn
'Words move, music moves Only in time [...] " In the labyrinth of soul The internal voice roams He burns the flowers of dreams The time is his alley
The holidays mean more to me Than sending cards and shopping sprees It's the time we connect With our family and friends The holidays, the holidays Holidays
Lorsque vous aurez repris la route de Paris A la fin de vos vacances Je resterai seul avec mon reve et ma romance Dans le village ou je vis Seul dans
I didn't know when to expect you Or even if you'd come at all And though they'd all try to posses you I'm still the one you choose to call I don't know
Holidays, oh holidays C'est l'avion qui descend du ciel Et sous l'ombre de son aile Une ville passe Que la terre est basse Holidays... Holidays, oh holidays
Holidays, oh holidays C'est l'avion qui descend du ciel Et sous l'ombre de son aile Une ville passe Que la terre est basse Holidays Holidays,
its warmer inside, don't complain your fathers coming on a jet plane close to midnight, in a worn out suit and tie up the driveway in swing and stride
Did you ever feel that just by jumping on a plane All your cares would drop away And you'd be born again Returning to a nature child Happy wild and
So let me first start off by saying How hard I've been working towards this goal That was set in stone Behind my eyelids from hours of countless dreaming
