Пераклад: Dance Of Days. Джэм Міля Болас De Neve (з Хенрыкам (Blind Свінні)).
My baby took our love And then she rolled it up Rolled it up a hill Like a ball of snow Like a snowball grows Until it gets too big Until she lost control
Snow day School's closed and I can't wait To go outside and I just might Get into a snowball fight Snowball, snowball Snowball fight Snowball, snowball
Smoking my six-hundredth last cigarette Out of the studio skylight Watching the ash as it rolls down the roof Leaving a trail of gray-white All through
hasta la manana Bola de Nieve negro piano man con la voz rajada ya de tanto trasnochar. En la penumbra del "Monsenor" la gente escuchaba al Bola
She left her boots she wears in the rain She left her lady razor She left a note that I can't explain On the refrigerator She left a book she's been
I always thought I knew the right thing to say but something died in you long ago your words echo inside like screams in an empty well always wondering
Snowball, my honey, don?t you melt away ?Cause daddy likes those dark brown eyes Snowball, my honey, smile at me each day ?Cause daddy likes those dark
If I could borrow from the future and I'd spend it with you Darling, in a very special, I'd treat you to a sundae On a Saturday afternoon and we'd spend
Girl, I've been hurt Girl, I've been hurt You said there will be no other love But me but girl I know much better I'm no fool, you've been playing games
Avalanche or roadblock I was a snowball in hell Avalanche or roadblock A jailer trapped in his cell Money's all broke And food's goin' hungry If it wasn
Theres a dog at the door, looking for a home, he needs a brand new wife, he needs a bone, say you wanted to dance, but you couldn't get out of bed, with
Red lights on the skyscrapers Snow white all over Smoky pipes spitting out dirty waters Daybreak in one hour Lost clouds, nightmarish shadows Coming from
Snow Day, school's closed and I can't wait, to go outside and I just might get into a snowball fight! Snowball Snowball Snowball fight Snowball
Una nostalgia donde se condensa el rocio, un paso en falso hacia un remolino en el rio. Cualquier contrasentido hoy cobra sentido y se vuelve dilema para
I come to see them cum While crawling the mud and snowballing blood Imaginations I design A consitution divine close to prostitution They come
Smoking my six-hundredth last cigarette Out of the studio sky-light Watching the ash as it rolls down the roof Leaving a trail of grey-white All through
(Instrumental)
