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Fred Angelo

Пераклад: Шаша ў нікуды саўндтрэк. Анджэла Бадаламенти - Фрэд і Рэнэ Make Love.

Lascives lianes Tes longs cheuveux me collent au corps Dieu me condamne Je n'ai trouve d'autre tresor Que tous tes charmes M'ensemmencent ou le tems

Deux inconnus Un seul chemin L'horizon a portee de main Deux coeurs perdus Ames eperdues Et la mes yeux plongaient dans les tiens On s'est ouvert

cracking, fickle junkie Your girl calls Where have you been last night? Lover boy, where you been hiding? No peace, Los Angeles No peace, Los Angeles

Frankly dear, your modesty reveals to me Self-appraisal often makes me sad And if I add, your funny face appeals to me Please don't think I've suddenly

discovered the angel rectums Then I realized, I can crucify The angel rectums with my own cock That was the moment my life became complete The first time I made the angel

together with the funky soul In Mobile, Alabama, they gettin' that funky soul Raise up, get yourself together And drive that funky soul Los Angeles

't wanna end up like my man Fred Durst 'Cause he did it all for the Nookie When she looked up I thought I must be dreamin' She had the eyes of an angel

There ain't a right way to do a wrong thing There ain't a bad tune the angels sing 'Coz I know what you are like There ain't a short cut to a long love