Fragma - Move on
Tekst :
You gotta move onDon t let anybody spoil your day
You gotta move on
On and on it s just a game we play
You gotta move on
Move on
Move on
You gotta move on
Move on
Move on
Move on
Move on
Move on
Move on
Move on
Move on
Move on
Move on
Move on
You gotta move on
Don t go chasing things you ll never have
You gotta move on
And live a better life instead
You gotta move on
Move on
Move on
You gotta move on
Move on
Move on
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
Bardzo
Za dzień… po nocy dzień
Za cień… za twój łagodny cień
Ty wiesz - nie umiem słów
A – co chcesz – mogę powiedzieć dzisiaj
Bo ty otwierasz mnie, jak nikt
Oswoiłaś mnie…
Więc dziś dziękuję ci
Za sens,
który dodałaś do mnie
za noce i dni
dziękuję
bardzo...
Za cień… za twój łagodny cień
Ty wiesz - nie umiem słów
A – co chcesz – mogę powiedzieć dzisiaj
Bo ty otwierasz mnie, jak nikt
Oswoiłaś mnie…
Więc dziś dziękuję ci
Za sens,
który dodałaś do mnie
za noce i dni
dziękuję
bardzo...
Prairie wedding
We only knew each other by letter
I went to meet her off the train
When the smoke had cleared and the dust was still
She was standing there and speaking my name
I guarantee she looked like an angel
I couldn t think of...
I went to meet her off the train
When the smoke had cleared and the dust was still
She was standing there and speaking my name
I guarantee she looked like an angel
I couldn t think of...
Mechanix
Imagine you at my station
and you brought your motor to me
you´re a burner yeah
a real motorcar
you said you wanna get your order filled
make me shiver when you put it in
pumping just won´t do any luck for you
Who ever thought you´d be better
at turning screws than me
I do it for my...
and you brought your motor to me
you´re a burner yeah
a real motorcar
you said you wanna get your order filled
make me shiver when you put it in
pumping just won´t do any luck for you
Who ever thought you´d be better
at turning screws than me
I do it for my...
Sands of Nevada
These tables are haunted
By the ghosts of Las Vegas
Their chips were once mountains
But they came here to play
They could take me if they wanted
But I have nothing worth counting
And like the sands of Nevada
They go drifting...
By the ghosts of Las Vegas
Their chips were once mountains
But they came here to play
They could take me if they wanted
But I have nothing worth counting
And like the sands of Nevada
They go drifting...
Shove it
Brooklyn we go hard
We on the look for the advantage, we work hard
And if we seem to rough it up a bit
We broke but we rich at heart
Pull ourselves up now we won t choke
It s our time, put the lights on us
War tactics they make me sick
reel your heart...
We on the look for the advantage, we work hard
And if we seem to rough it up a bit
We broke but we rich at heart
Pull ourselves up now we won t choke
It s our time, put the lights on us
War tactics they make me sick
reel your heart...