Ripaille Lyrics & Chords By Motis

At the ticking of the sun On the green bellied mountains, I'm staring high in the sky. In the breeze I can taste The fragrance of his moment And I take a deep breath. Then...read more

Nieman kan mit Gerten Kindes zuht beherten Falalala - lalalalala lalalala - lalalala Den man zeren bringen mac Dem ist ein wort als ein slac Falalala - lalalalala lalalala -...read more

D'abord... D'abord Y'a l'aîné, lui qu'est comme un melon Lui qu'a un gros nez Vu qui sais plus son nom, Monsieur Tellement qui boit...read more

Long gone the days, of which dreams were made Naive in the glow of evergreen Innocent days, of fresh airs and graces The bruising of hearts, the losing of races. Passionate...read more

Run, run, the shotgun has got you in its range. Turn, turn away, when it's time to make a change. Look where you're going. try not to lose your way. What good is knowing you have...read more