diretto
(perché tirchio?)
diretto
(perché tirchio?)
Mother, did it need to be so high?
intuitiva
I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.
tormentato
(perché sei sempre misurata e mai eccessiva)
Mother, did it need to be so high?
in errore (ma Kyra non è un lui?)![]()
[B][COLOR="DarkOrchid"]Nessun uomo pu
curiosa (sentita poi la canzone?)
I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.
molisano![]()
[COLOR="DarkSlateGray"][FONT="Century Gothic"][SIZE="2"]La volupt
[B][COLOR="DarkOrchid"]Nessun uomo pu
colpevole![]()
I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.
esagerato!![]()
[B][COLOR="DarkOrchid"]Nessun uomo pu
illusa (io non esagero mai)
I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.