forgive me such idle repetition but i'm not stirred by this competition too soft to be unmoved but enough is enough to have the power to do whatever i
Bản dịch: Beloved. If Only.
still as empty A mile they never walked Send in their donations And they never have to talk again My beloved The only one I see standing up for me My beloved
and seraphim thronged the air; But his mother only, in her maiden bliss, Worshiped the beloved with a kiss. What can I give him, poor as I am? If I
bleak midwinter Long ago Angels and Archangels They have gathered there Cherubim and Seraphim Round in the air For his mother only In her maiden bliss Worship the beloved
[Chorus x2 - Pharrell] + (Kelis) If you love my niggaz I'm saying but, if you only love my niggaz We can make this run, for my niggaz And if you die,
seraphim thronged the air But His mother only in her maiden bliss Worshiped the beloved with a kiss Oh, what can I give Him, poor as I am? If I were
my family farewell Before I continue on my journey don't know whether it's heaven or hell All they have is my picture my beloved memory They still rejoicein
it to another level And get elevated, gettin' way mo' creative And you can slap me if it makes you happy But if you scratch and bite me, that only shows
sting That comes from living in a world that's so damn mean My beloved monster is tough If she wants she will disrobe you But if you lay her down for
if you don't I don't care if you don't I don't care if you don't care I don't care if you don't I don't care if you don't I don't care if you don't
and seraphim thronged the air But His mother only in her maiden bliss Worshiped the beloved with a kiss What can I give Him, poor as I am? If I were
because of their faithfulness to Me I am willing to grant their request" I said, "Lord, if my loved ones only knew The limitless wonders of Heaven If
to where the shadows dwell. Speak, my beloved, speak, Tho' you only say farewell. When doubts and fears cause their tears that blind me, Why be down if
see you but nothing disturbs you disturbs you saints preserve us, then desert us saints preserve us, then they desert us but if these tears you shed
and seraphim thronged the air; But His mother only, in her maiden bliss, Worshipped the beloved with a kiss. What can I give Him, poor as I am? If I
do you really want a neighborhood Where people piss on your stoop every night? Bohemia, Bohemia's A fallacy in your head This is Calcutta Bohemia is dead Dearly beloved
