Christmas Carols - The twelve days of christmas
Tekst :
On the first day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me:
A partridge in a pear tree.
On the second day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me:
Two turtle doves...etc.
On the third day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me:
Three french hens...etc.
On the forth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me:
Four calling birds...etc.
On the fifth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me:
Five golden rings...etc.
On the sixth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me:
Six geese a-laying...etc.
On the seventh day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me:
Seven swans a-swimming...etc.
On the eight day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me:
Eight maids a-milking...etc.
On the ninth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me:
Nine ladies dancing...etc.
On the tenth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me:
Ten lords a-leaping...etc.
On the eleventh day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me:
Leven pipers piping...etc.
On the Twelfth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me:
Twelve drummers drumming...etc. Inne utwory
Jingle bell rock O tannenbaum We wish you a merry christmas Joy to the world Let it snow Jingle bells Here comes santa claus Silver bells Little drummer boy Winter wonderland Deck the halls Hark the herald angels sing What child is this Away in a manger Losowe utwory
I finally learned to spit it out
An with that alone i ve said too much
Cause anything a secret
Is willing to be kept that way
Looking for the truths of mine?
They re found in every other line
Still looking for the truths of mine?
Many is a mood, oh my
Penny racer gone to...
Little man with his eyes on fire
And his smile so bright.
In his hands are the toys you gave
To fill his heart with delight.
And in the ring stands a circus clown
Holding up a knife.
What you see and what you will hear
Will last you for the resto f your life.
And it s...
Dobro jutro Petrovic Petre
dobro vam jutro vjeciti lafe
bilo je jutros malo stare vatre
onako sneni prije kafe
dobro vam jutro petrovic petre
dobro jutro sta ste nocas snili
ljeto avgust naivne svabice jedre
sezdesetdruge sezdesettrece
kad ste mladji bili
When I was young they gave me a mongrel piano,
Spent all my time inventing the cup of tea.
Writing your name in the sea,
Banging my favorite head.
Missing the last bed, waving the cheery herring,
Balancing brass bands on the tip of my toe.
Phoning your home...
Have you strayed from the movement?
You re lost in a lie.
Contradiction is my worst fear,
I cannot see how you can block the truth from your ears.
Has it turned from a lifestyle to a fucking trend?
You re too busy feeding your face to realize what you ve caused:
pain and suffering to...