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И аз съм от тия зарибените
а мойта музика ти влиза във вените
брат, и аз съм от тия зарибените
не чакам друг да ми решава проблемите

Yo no soy marinero, soy capitán, soy capitán, soy capitán...

Para bailar la bamba se necesita una poca de gracia...

Maeve написа:Виждам, че имаш много хубав костюм
и затова ми се перчиш като паун.
Аз те разбирам, но едно запомни -
много си нисък и имаш големи уши.
Тъй че, любезни, ти за мен забрави,
нашите пътища тук се разделят, уви...

аве тая песен да не се казва -
За пешо?

1-I believe I can fly
I believe I can touch the sky
I think about it every night and day
Spread my wings and fly away
I believe I can soar
I see me running through that open door
I believe I can fly
I believe I can fly
(Oh) I believe I can fly

I'm only happy when it rains
I feel good when things are going wrong
I only listen to the sad sad songs
I'm only happy when it rains
I only smile in the dark
My only comfort is the night gone black
I didn't accidentally tell you that
I'm only happy when it rains

Pour some misery down on me...

Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Take me home

^ ако бяхте я чули в мое изпълнение /тананикане/, нямаше да ми благодарите

За всеки, който е на такава вълна днес...

Here I go again on my own
goin' down the only road I've ever known.
Like a hobo I was born to walk alone.
An' I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time
but here I go again, here I go again,
here I go again, here I go.

Who wants to live forever,
Who wants to stop the sun,
Who wants to live forever,
It’s you. It’s me
It’s in our blood.

And the ship it sinks like lead into the sea
And the hermit shrieves the mariner of his sins.

The mariner's bound to tell of his story
To tell this tale wherever he goes
To teach God's word by his own example
That we must love all things that God made.

And the wedding guest's a sad and wiser man
And the tale goes on and on and on.