Μετάφραση: Ρέμος, Αντώνης. S'ekdikithika.
Wrote a letter this mornin' Put it in your hat 'Cause no one to read it And I know you knew that I bought a joke, a trick or two Just to bring and show
Rowboat, row me to the shore She don't wanna be my friend no more She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul She don't wanna be my friend no more Pick me
What good does it do to hold on to The anger deep in your heart You're the only one that it's hurtin' You're the one that it's tearin' apart I'm sorry
Rowboat row me to the shore She don't wanna be my friend no more She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul She don't wanna be my friend no more Pick me
chasing a lie tracing our scars moaning for help to be held and every day we feel further away from ourselves the concrete is wet, i feel too comfortable
Ti amo San Remo du Stadt der Liebe am blauen Meer. Mandolinen erzählen leise von Glück und Zärtlichkeit. Ti amo San Remo du Stadt der Liebe
{I'm rich I'm rich I'm filthy fuckin' rich Mutha fucker, thank you Mutha fucker, no thank me Big mutha fuckin' Remo I did it, Babycake Two more years,
my very existence makes you chew up pencils my very existence makes you cringe one would think that after so much hurt and pain an ordinary human would
I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm filthy fuckin rich! Mothafucka...thank you! Mothafucka, no thank me! Big Mothafuckin Remo! I did it! Baby cakes! 2 more years
As I row, row, row going so slow, slow, slow Just down below me is the old sea Just down below me is the old sea Nobody knows, knows, knows So many things
Oh, there's no boat like a rowboat for row, row romancin' love . . . Hearts will skip an' they'll miss as we kiss in the dark Oh what love we
(Parlato) Lascia che ti dica i miei fantastici progetti musicali per il futuro, in questo paese ricco di opportunita per i giovani, noi ad esempio adesso
Wrote a letter this mornin', Put it in your hat, 'Cause no one to read it And I know you knew that. I bought a joke, a trick or two, Just to bring and
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Rowboat Row me to the shore She don't wanna be my friend no more She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul She don't wanna be my friend no more Pick me
Love is in the air Blinding me with smoke You are the air I breathe When I choke Butterflies in the jar Butterflies in the jar Butterflies in the