Lyrics:
Violins and tambourines
Candy canes and magazines
Preachers sermons on the street
I killed a man but life is cheap
she said
Stopped on the way home
guitar
Played like a slow jam in the dark
Gotta find the groove
You know what to do to get to me
I wanna be played like a violin
Make the strings talk with
to sing
This serenade made for remembering
A small cafe, Mam'selle
Our rendezvous, Mam'selle
The violins were warm and sweet
And so were you,
are saints
Look above
This is love
No more blood
Let the violins play
More tears will fall
From broken skies
When music bleeds out
We will heal
These
18
Your fingertips upon my cheeks
I can’t breathe
I loved it when you played to me
You were hiding in your violin
All Claude Debussy, Claire de lune
muchacha
Atendida por sus humildes sirvientas
El violín se le enseña a dominar
Y de su alcoba se apreciaba
Al niño que la espada
A su merced doblegaba
El
On the first violin was a brown-eyed girl
Her hair hung down in a flaxen curl
And when she had completed what she had to play
She looked up from her music and I
Scent of night air I breathe
Sound of a thousand violins repeat
Fireflies in the sky
On cloud 9, my valentine
Driving fast on the highway
Feeling
Berlín
Y tocarte como si fuera Beethoven y tu mi violín
Hasta que eso esté colorado como el Chapulín
Mojado para siempre
Delfín Hasta El Fín
Bríncame
in
Listen to my big violin
Running on no sleep
No one around me
Knows that I'm struggling
No one around me
Knows that I'm struggling
Try to overcome
mnie tylko kto po nią poleci
To 4P pierwsi piją pijani poeci
Dla weny bez ściemy zdruzgo Violin i Pakistan
Leje się wódka czysta zimna woda ognista
Falling in the deep
Right on my blind side
When I couldn't see
And I don't think twice
I hear the violins
I'm one blow from losing my mind
I was
played the violin
And classical music was out of style
She couldn't control all her wild brown hair
Her nervous laughter and her awkward smile and
It was
face
From the other side of the land
My brother, they call him
The “Fiddler from Hell” since then
Two hundred violins
My brother packed them in a moving
De Baracoa a La Habana
Es que yo soy yo soy
Yo soy la candela
Si palo que nace pa violín
Desde que esta en el monte suena
Yo yo yo yo yo yo empeces de
O talento que
Um gajo tem
Motherfucker
Não é so sorte
Também
Um gajo investe
20k num violin
No cap
20k num violin
No cap
Um mustang
Num violin
Mr bow
won’t be down amongst the violins
I got that burning sensation I got that fire lit
Look inside yourself we’ve all got it burning inside of us
Dont settle
wrong?
Would you spare a second or two?
Enjoy the view?
Our violin is out of tune
Our violin is out of tune
I worked through the fear I'm done with crying
on
Still on curbs where I've seen violence
Sad shit but ain't violins
Round here there ain't no violet
Round here there ain't no violet
Round here there
Say, do you recall Dylan…
Tall, dark, slim
Could I tell you ‘bout our Dylan
Young man on the violin
And since they say that bad luck follows
to sing
This serenade made for remembering
A small cafe, Mam'selle
Our rendezvous, Mam'selle
The violins were warm and sweet
And so were you,
to sing
This serenade made for remembering
A small cafe, Mam'selle
Our rendezvous, Mam'selle
The violins were warm and sweet
And so were you,
you're the violin
Some blow me like a horn
Some slide me like a trombone
Some smoke me like a tuba dude
Some cut me like a saxophone
In the song
It's like a thousand violins
All fading out as you fade in
And when you're ready to give in
I hear a thousand violins
It's gonna be hard to win my
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