Paradise
Ooooh...
When she was just a girl,
She expected the world,
But it flew away from her reach,
So she ran away in her sleep.
And dreamed of para-para-paradise,
Para-para-paradise,
Para-para-paradise,
Every time she closed her eyes.
Ooooh...
When she was just a girl,
She expected the world,
But it flew away from her reach,
And bullets catch in her teeth.
Life goes on,
It gets so heavy,
The wheel breaks the butterfly.
Every tear, a waterfall.
In the night, the stormy night,
She closed her eyes.
In the night, the stormy night,
Away she flied.
And dreamed of para-para-paradise,
Para-para-paradise,
Para-para-paradise,
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh.
She dreamed of para-para-paradise,
Para-para-paradise,
Para-para-paradise,
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh. (x2)
La, la, la...
And so lying underneath those stormy skies
She'd say, "oh, ohohohoh I know the sun must set to rise"
This could be
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh-oh
This could be
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
This could be
Para-para-paradise
Oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh-oh-oh
This could be
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
This could be
Para-para-paradise
Oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh-oh-oh
Ooooh...
Похожие новости.
La Poup?e Qui Fait Non
C'est une poup?e qui fait non, non, non, non Toute la journ?e elle fait non, non, non, non Elle est, elle est tell'ment jolie Que j'en r?ve la nuit C'est une poup?e qui fait
Крук — Чорний Сотник УПА
Я Крук - чорний сотник УПА. Моя сотня в далекому схроні, Добрі хлопці в моєму загоні Підуть завтра у бій. Приспів: Ти не чекай, моя Оксано, Додому з лісу партизана, Бо завтра знову буде бій, І не вернеться
Сонце Над
Заспівай мені пісню, сестричко! Хай вона аж до сонця полине, Хай проллється до мого сердечка, Мов цілющий нектар з України. Заспівай мені пісню про маму, Про село, де ми разом зростали, Про глибокі моря-океани, Що навіки нас
You Ain’t Down Home
You know all the right people You wear all the right clothes You got a snappy little sports car all your own You got the cool conversation on your high tech telephone But you
Fashion Of His Love
I never was the kind of girl That's naturally sure When it comes to love Oh no I was insecure Insecure But when it comes to you and me I can't deny this feeling inside Oh no I never