Ποσο, μα ποσο δισκαρα. Αμερικα.
Ποσο, μα ποσο δισκαρα. Αμερικα.
....went away with my fathers, to gather the fallen.
To return with the wisdom of the kings....
Let me dream. (Let the jewels gleam.)
Let the fallen hear:
"It never rains around here."
The sand smothered on my chest....
Was music choir...
σταρχιδιαμας ο ηλιος...
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Πόσο ΚΑΒΛΑ ήσουν τότε;
....went away with my fathers, to gather the fallen.
To return with the wisdom of the kings....
Let me dream. (Let the jewels gleam.)
Let the fallen hear:
"It never rains around here."
The sand smothered on my chest....
Was music choir...
απο το απογευμα...οτι εχω απο Bailter Space
οριστε και γκαυλωτικο...
Δισκάρα για τις...αθεράπευτα ρομαντικές ψυχές!
I went down into the valley to pray.
I got drunk and I stayed all day.
μπα;
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"Why didn't it kill him?" she said.
"Unforgivably sloppy workmanship at the hand grenade factory," I said.
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