Malcolm Arnold The River Kwai March/Colonel Bogey March歌词

Modest Mouse - March Into The Sea ★ If food do you please And you sack all the seas And it off Suck it off Well, treat me like disease Like the rats and the fleas Ahaha! Ahaha! Bang your head like a gong 'Cause it's filled with all wrong Ahaha! Clang

A stick, a stone, It's the end of the road, It's the rest of a stump, It's a little alone It's a sliver of glass, It is life, it's the sun, It is night, it is death, It's a trap, it's a gun The oak when it blooms, A fox in the brush, The knot in the

Ride... die... sacrifice! Along the river of bloody tears the mighty steel shining in my hands we march and honor our brothers victims of Kron's evil plan We cross the lakes of the holy woods to reach the ocean where red waves rule the black king is

(Henri Mancini/Johnny Mercer) Moon River, wider than a mile, I'm crossing you in style, someday, Old dream maker, you heart breaker, Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way, Two drifters, off to see the world, There's such a lot of world to see, We

A stick a stone It's the end of the road, It's the rest of the stump It's a little alone It's a sliver of glass, It is life, it's the sun, It is night, it is death, It's a trap, it's a gun. The oak when it blooms, A fox in the brush, The knot in the

Dear Andrea, You're still asleep And don't let me wake you from your sleep I just wanted to write a few words For whatever they may be worth Right now I'm lying right next to you And the morning is just now coming through Today I woke up in your arms

Moon River, Wider than a mile: I'm crossin' you in style Some day. Old dream maker, You heart breaker, Wherever your goin', I'm goin' your way: Two drifters, Off to see the world, There's such a lot of world To see. We're after the same Rainbow's end

É pau, é pedra, é o fim do caminho É um resto de toco, é um pouco sozinho A stick, a stone, It's the end of the road, It's feeling alone It's the weight of your load It's a sliver of glass It's light, it's the sun It's night, it's death It's a knife,

Wish I could remember why it mattered to me. It doesn't matter to me. It doesn't matter to me anymore. Now that you're feeling fine, I'll admit that - though I know it's coming down, and see it shattering me - it doesn't matter to me, and I'm not sad