Quando chega o amor Então não fale nada, apague a estrada Que seu caminhar já desenhou Vale nada quando chega o amor Podemos ver o mundo juntos Sermos dois e sermos muitos Nos sabermos sós sem estarmos sós Abrirmos a cabeça Para que afinal floresça

Bâtards ont couru Ces bâtards ont couru (Chiens, chiens) (Bâtards ont couru) (Mais pourquoi?) (Bando na bando) (Bâtards, bâtards) (Ces bâtards ont couru)

He sent me searchin' to find my love He sent me searchin' just to find the mornin' dove And she'll tell you where to find your love He sent me searchin' , I said Lord up above I asked the wise man one sunny day Can you help me find my way You're so much

I'm so lonesome I could cry. Hear that lonesome whippoorwill? He sounds too blue to fly. The midnight train is whining low: I've never seen a night so long, When time goes crawling by. The moon just went behind a cloud, To hide its face and cry. Did you

The {"Gangsta boogie"}, the {"gangsta boogie!"} (Compton, Compton, Compton) It's the home of America's gangsta rap The place of danger where Where the cops is crooked, and them bitches is killas And them niggas hold it down like black guerillas, where

What am I supposed to do with this heart I'm so lost in paradise If I open up my eyes I can see the storm, I can see the sky I can see the darkness flashing lights All my fears, don't deny Let me stay, I'm lost in paradise In love we all will fall but,

Just say you will, will, will Come through and chill, chill, chill Pick up the phone, show me it was real I wanna, all night (say it) I'm talkin' late-night for you Let me lay a great time on you I wanna, all night (uh-huh, uh-huh) I wanna, all night

Don't take your love to town You've painted up your lips and rolled and curled your tinted hair Ruby are you contemplating going out somewhere The shadow on the wall tells me the sun is going down It wasn't me that started this whole crazy Asian war But

Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high ‘Cause you never know when you're gonna go We just some motherfuckin' KIDS Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we sip scotch Like Sinatra, screamin', "Motherfuck the cops" It's that Young

Rebelles depuis le sein J'te vois pas dans nos célébrations ni aux enterrements Y a des charos, des généraux, pirates depuis longtemps Tu galères pour nous compter négro, on est tellement T'as voulu t'opposer tu t'es fait étaler bêtement Sombre et