Krystal Harris - Me & my piano
Tekst :
So many times, I ve been aloneI didn t know what to do
I don t know where I d be if I didn t have,
I didn t have you yeah
you comfort me, make me believe, give me the strength I need
Since you came into my life it s been so heavenly
Me and my piano
It s all me and my piano
So many things I wanna say to you
Just because
You came around and gave me, all your, all your love
And I would sacrifice my very life
All you have to do is say the word
Cause there would never be no other
No other yeah
Me and my piano
It s all I wanna do, it s all I play...
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
Erinnerung
Jede Stunde muss ich streiten
Mit dunkelster Erinnerung
Muss mir dies trübe Mahl bereiten
Als wär s eine Beerdigung
Zu der ich schwere Kleider trage
Aus samtener Verschwiegenheit
Mit leiser Hoffnung auf den Lippen
Und Engeln gleich der Nacht geweiht
Und...
Mit dunkelster Erinnerung
Muss mir dies trübe Mahl bereiten
Als wär s eine Beerdigung
Zu der ich schwere Kleider trage
Aus samtener Verschwiegenheit
Mit leiser Hoffnung auf den Lippen
Und Engeln gleich der Nacht geweiht
Und...
Roll with em
It s enemy turf that I m on, so I ma play it how it go
Cock the hollow points into my black calico
Hit the coat with some of grams of that dope fo sho it s bout to go
Niggaz graduated from sellin...
Cock the hollow points into my black calico
Hit the coat with some of grams of that dope fo sho it s bout to go
Niggaz graduated from sellin...
Vergiss es, lass es
Ich will ganz einfach weg von hier
ich halt s hier nicht mehr aus
ich will ganz einfach weg von hier
es ist kalt, mich friert, ich muß hier raus
vergiß es, laß es
du kriegst nichts hin
versuch s ruhig, tu s...
ich halt s hier nicht mehr aus
ich will ganz einfach weg von hier
es ist kalt, mich friert, ich muß hier raus
vergiß es, laß es
du kriegst nichts hin
versuch s ruhig, tu s...
Sweet afton
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
Flow gently, I ll sing thee a song in thy praise;
My Mary s asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds thro the glen,
Flow gently, I ll sing thee a song in thy praise;
My Mary s asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds thro the glen,
Burning times
Forget not the days of old
And recall the stories told
Of the burnings and the screams
Do they ever haunt your dreams?
There was a time when freedom died
It was an age of genocide
The Inquisition at the door
The Church of Rome in a holy war
They broke children on the wheel
In the madness of...
And recall the stories told
Of the burnings and the screams
Do they ever haunt your dreams?
There was a time when freedom died
It was an age of genocide
The Inquisition at the door
The Church of Rome in a holy war
They broke children on the wheel
In the madness of...