Du riechst so gut Ich geh dir hinterher Ich finde dich Ich finde dich so gut, so gut Ich steig dir nach Gleich hab ich dich Jetzt hab ich dich Der Wahnsinn Ist nur eine schmale Brücke

Since they wanna know (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) (End what's right and why am I immature?) (All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt) Here's the formula on O, now let's go Second rounds on me Obie Trice, Emil hit 'em,

Rommel Bommel gehen spazieren Wollt ein neues Lied probieren Kam er an ein kleines Haus Klopft er an, wer schaut heraus Und die Trommel und die Trommel, die macht bum bum bum Und die Hexe, und die Hexe die macht mit bum bum Und die Katze, und die Katze,

And my piano will kiss you slow tonight Let the melody run its fingers through your hair And my vocals tickle your ear And you almost can feel me here Will kiss you slow tonight But when it hurts, when you can't take it And when the rubber band feels

(od ogoua waïo) C'est chô-chô , ça brûle, Gaâh m h'ebel ya Ouligan’s : gué n’antelou dourbouha ya kou d'cizou: barrage tsêe'lou C'est l'ambiance du ghetto, Ya du mambo à Paris Chez nous (à) Abidjan Quand c'est comme ça yala la vie

It's not worth it for me, gets harder every time call you This life you lead, like swimming in a shiny ballroom Next time you bleed, right about this time tomorrow Next time you steal, better ask before you borrow This label "thief", find a better title

Narrow daylight entered my room Shining hours were brief Winter is over Summer is near Are we stronger than we believe? Is the kindness we count upon I walked through halls of reputation Among the infamous too As the camera clings to the common thread

How come you don't call me I keep your picture upside my bed (umm) And I still remember everything you said (umm) I always thought our love was so right I guess I was wrong (oh) Always thought you'll be by my side Pappa, now you're gone What I wanna know

Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side. The summer's gone, and all the roses falling, It's you, it's you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summer's in the meadow, Or when the valley's

La nuit promet d'être belle Car voici qu'au fond du ciel Apparaît la lune rousse Saisi d'une sainte frousse Tout le commun des mortels Croit voir le diable à ses trousses Valets volages et vulgaires Ouvrez mon sarcophage Et vous pages pervers