The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sun-burned hands I used to hold Since you went away the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winter's song But I miss you most of all my

Cuando me dejes de amar Elige bien los versos de despedida Si decides que te sobra mi compañía Piénsalo de nuevo, piénsalo y no sigas Sé que no habrá vuelta atrás Después de todo te di toda la vida Si solo me desangras a sangre fría Mas mía serás

Doesn't it feel the same as the cattle out to graze Like a worm boring through cinders and rock and ash I think I need a broom To sweep away the day cleanse us of the shame we're in I'm in Like a stray with the mange runs and lies and man I think I need

(If I could turn back) (If I could turn back the hands) If I could turn, turn back the hands of time How did I ever let you slip away Never knowing I'd be singing this song some day And now I'm sinking, sinking to rise no more Ever since you closed the

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

And maybe someday down the road I wanna know you Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh I'll sit back and say to myself I wanna go there where you go I wanna find out what you know Yeah, I thought so I like how you are with me

But I cannot forget Refuse to regret So glad I met you and Take my breath away Make everyday Worth all of the pain that I have gone through And Mama I've been cryin' Cause things ain't how they used to be She said, "The battle's almost won

(Throw ya hands up, let's ride) (To the city of the scene) (Put it on the one, get your body on the dance floor) (Shake it Westside) Six million ways to mob, choose one (Some-some-something about the West coast) It's something in the water (Something

A les entendre on croirait bien Mais voilà j'habite en France Et la France c'est pas du tout ce qu'on dit Si les Français se plaignent parfois C'est pas de la gueule de bois Où y a quand même pas cinquante millions d'abrutis C'est pourquoi j'habite en

One on one I wanna play that game tonight One on one I know I wanna play that I'm tired of playing on the team Oh it seems I don't get time out anymore What a change if we set the pace face to face No one even trying to score And oh oh I can feel the