(Federico Mondelli) When winter dazes the vernal blooms... A frozen beauty flows Like a scarlet petal on the water Fiery hair now is lying Framing
Drove their senses beyond She was my all, I'm a brick in her wall Another book on her shelf I'd run when she called, summer, winter or fall I couldn
, you don't need my advice 'Fore you call me any dirty names, you better think twice Gettin' light outside, the temperature dropped I think the rain
the same The angel of autumn, she's blue and she's golden And the angel of winter won't remember your name Down at the bottom of that dirty ol' river
Sweet in winter, sweet in rain "Shake well before use," she said You never touch me anymore this way Connector in, receiver out You let me in through
or bad I smell the flowers in the spring I hear the birds sing in the early morning I feel the warmth of a fire in the winter and I feel the rain as
off the train So, you must be my wife, Miss. Annie Halsey I must be your husband, yes I'm Harry Crane Mail Order Annie, never mind your crying Your tears are sweet rain
love me too Where it never rains We take a shower of champagne Let's dance away let's go insane Crying when I empty My last bottle of chablis I'll survive the winter
with a sac on his back And he put down his load where he thought it was the best And he made a home in the wilderness He built a cabin and a winter
the dead of winter has arrived I`m feeling fagged shagged and fashed Come on treat me with a little love You know I like it hard and dirty This
Here to bevel the edge My team's settled on the ledge to pledge It's like that. In the summer it rains buckets of hunger pains In the winter it's the
Carbon and pre David-Goliath live Paleolithic bias who walks on all fours draggin' the cadaver of King Midas Now this tort dwarf war hammer Elvan bow and arrow waivers documents preaching the rain
way I feel and Winter comes, and winter goes and always has and will Another hour, another day, another year, you pissed away Remember walking in the rain
Walkin' thirty miles with a sack on his back And he put down his load where he thought it was the best Made a home in the wilderness Built a cabin and a winter
face down on the ground. stormclouds lie in white snowpiles all around. i don't know if i can make it throughone more winter in this town. voted worst
the cricket ring Let every sound consecrate our whispering Words that Betta never heard The back lanes tie the city down A mess of dirty string Winter
please, you don't need my advice 'Fore you call me any dirty names, you better think twice Gettin' light outside, the temperature dropped I think the rain
The God machine is hungry for individualism and ripe brains the skull farmers do their rain dance and pray the machine falls to sleep she holds me close
