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Bài hát Wind Flower - MAMAMOO. Ppeonhadippeonhan nae sarang iyagiya. Heunhadiheunhan ibyeoril ppuniya. Imi algessjiman. Neo eopsneun dongan manhi oeropgo. Himdeulgiman haesseo. Neowa isseul ttae. Wae
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yaksokdeureul. Na chueokhandamyeon himchage georeurira. Uriui mannam uriui ibyeol. Geu baraejin gieoge. Na saranghaetdamyeon misoreul ttuiurira. ENGLISH When the wind blows and shakes up my heart. I think of the
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. -----------------------------------. English translation. The stirring wind makes me. think of us back then. The season that. came to this street. without change is shaking me up. With the wind, this familiar. scent came to me. It fills up
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Propaganda death ensemble. Burial to be. Corpses rotting through the night. In blood laced misery. Scorched earth the policy. The reason for the siege. The pendulum it shaves the blade. The
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can't do it anymore. I mean, make records I'm an English boy, I was brought up right. Hold me down and I will bite. I know no fear, I serve with joy. I'm proud to be here an English boy I feel like a
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Sprst du sprst du wie der Wind. Durch die Adern rinnt. Die Wollust bringt. Fhlst du fhlst du. Wie er singt. Sprst du sprst du wie das Blut. Der Wind der Wind wei wer ich bin Der Wind der Wind
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Irish blood, English heart, this I'm made of. There is no one on earth I'm afraid of. And no regime can buy or sell me I've been dreaming of a time when. To be English is not to be baneful. To be
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English boys really that much better?. Were the kisses worth the price we paid?. And if I take a chance, we could be together. But I don't know if all the love that you could give. Would take this pain
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The summer wind, came blowin' in from across the sea. It lingered there, to touch your hair and walk with me. All summer long, we sang a song and then we strolled that golden sand. Two sweethearts
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can't do it anymore. I mean, make records I'm an English boy, I was brought up right. Hold me down and I will bite. I know no fear, I serve with joy. I'm proud to be here an English boy I feel like a
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Oh, the wayward wind is a restless wind. A restless wind that yearns to wander. And he was born the next of kin. The next of kin to the wayward wind In a lonely shack by a railroad track. He
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The tree of life is a burdensome thing. To those who live a lie. A man without love is no man at all. But a cold bitter wind passing by With heart and soul torn from my breast. I drift through
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The tree of life is a burdensome thing. To those who live a lie. A man without love is no man at all. But a cold bitter wind passing by With heart and soul torn from my breast. I drift through
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