Lyrics:
high would they feel real low
And would they get pissed off down in Mexico
And if Mayor John Lindsey was to propose
The old Calcutta guest had
Guette la pyramide, t’es l’pire ami si t’as un point d’co
Cultive les syndromes, de Calcutta à Saint Trop’
La vie s’arrête, le missile vole, mais pourtant
"Le barche" di Calcutta
E te che per me sei tutto
Lontano da qui, qui
Sarei
Se non avessi te
Lontano da qui, qui
Sarei
Ma quando sono qui con te
È tutto
i lufta
Gir du meg ryggen jeg får deg helt kutt av
Tar av ett stykket som de fra calcutta
Så drar å kjøper litt zatla bak butta
Jeg er ikke ferdig
sweet mother Theresa
Care for me, I'll be your Calcutta
Sprinkle me some holy water
I can't hold any longer
The way e be me, I no fit soro
You no need
lakhelyem nem Calcutta!
Nem vált be az asszonymunka, megsemmisült az Aranybulla!
Nehézpuska csőretöltve, perzsabunda temetőre!
Itt repkednek a jó ütemek
I dress, you can tell I'm a puta
Tired of the press, might fly to Calcutta
My light blue hair might look like ice
Booty like a cake, do you want
Calcutta che suona
Eh, sono un bravo raga', solo che penso, è che a volte penso che sono un bravo ragazzo, è che a volte penso col cazzo
Scontato,
J'veux être le flyest on wheels quand j'pull out du lot,
J'veux un dolla bill pour chaque habitant de Calcutta,
So J'y vais hard in the paint comme Waka
Ok Party People yeah yeah
How y'all doing how y'all doing
Alright and all that you know what this is
This that utter butter from Calcutta like
watched from the lifeboat
Strapped myself in and finally got rescued
Dropped in Calcutta, drowning in drink
Hiding in shame and sorrow
And so I betrayed
My first memory was Cantonment Station
When I was 5 years old
We'd traveled by train from hot Calcutta
And I remember Bangalore was cold
We stayed
the tiller in my hand
The loveliest of women
Can't bind me to the land
But when I've seen Calcutta
Cape Cod and Newfoundland
A hundred ocean sunsets
Palms
Bohemia's
A fallacy in your head
This is Calcutta
Bohemia is dead
Dearly beloved
We gather here to say our goodbyes
Dies irae, dies illa
Here she
posted in Calcutta
I know it's just another that you've written to yourself.
We watched a distant drummer flashing
On the beat in all his parrot
on your
Stoop every night?
Bohemia, Bohemia's
A fallacy in your head
This is Calcutta
Bohemia is dead
Dearly beloved we gather here to say our
of Calcutta nights
I see the sisters standing by the dying man's side
I see the young girl huddled on the brothel floor
I see the man with a passion come
calcutta streams from porch life
where we opened up our party gifts
and you fell down the stairs on purpose
and you drive to europe in the rain
ses lames...
Et de Calcutta à Nairobi,
Les mercenaires usent leurs voiles,
Comme l'oiseau construit son nid
Une araignée tisse... une toile...
Ô
a neighborhood
Where people piss on your
Stoop every night?
Bohemia, Bohemia's
A fallacy in your head
This is Calcutta,
Bohemia is dead
MARK
Dearly beloved we
Napoleon and Delhi turns
To jelly Bombay ducks
Calcutta shivers down in it's
Hole old England is out to rule the waves
Again - banging on the table! Routing
til Calcutta
Hei fadderi fadderullan dei
Ja det var vi som røvet skatten
På den Spanske gull-fregatten
Som ble tatt i femten-atten
Vest for Mogador
Den
til Calcutta
Hei fadderi fadderullan dei
Ja det var vi som røvet skatten
På den Spanske gull-fregatten
Som ble tatt i femten-atten
Vest for Mogador
Den
til Calcutta
Hei fadderi fadderullan dei
Ja det var vi som røvet skatten
På den Spanske gull-fregatten
Som ble tatt i femten-atten
Vest for Mogador
Den
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