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pick
The genre of the texasradiofish remix of Staneria
What is Blur music?
Correct
Here’s $500 dollars in monopoly money!
Corasone’s translation of the Italian lyrics into English
Rome, I look at you from the top of Monte Mario.
A quiet, pink sunset is near.
The traffic noise reverberates far only …
How many tourists in the meadows, in the heat [of July].
Now, in Autumn, I contemplate the absolute desert.
I would like to do like swallows, migrate to North Africa.
And I feel, I feel distant and I feel foreign
And I feel, I feel distant and I feel foreign
I’d love you, I would love you more if I knew you less?
Here, how many loves in the meadows, in spring.
October, your month, seems no less intense to me
Loneliness, sadness; my hope, your promise.
And I feel, I feel distant and I feel foreign
And I feel, I feel distant and I feel foreign
I’d love you, I would love you more if I knew you less?
pick
Straniera
texasradiofish
Secret Mixer Jeopardy
with Alex G Bell
Alex, we’ll take Italian songs for 00
This artist wrote a love song remembering a pink sunset and far off sounds of Rome from Mount Mario
Who is Carosone?
Correct
Alex, we’ll take remixes for
00with Alex G Bell
Alex, we’ll take Italian songs for 00
This artist wrote a love song remembering a pink sunset and far off sounds of Rome from Mount Mario
Who is Carosone?
Correct
Alex, we’ll take remixes for
The genre of the texasradiofish remix of Staneria
What is Blur music?
Correct
Here’s $500 dollars in monopoly money!
Corasone’s translation of the Italian lyrics into English
Rome, I look at you from the top of Monte Mario.
A quiet, pink sunset is near.
The traffic noise reverberates far only …
How many tourists in the meadows, in the heat [of July].
Now, in Autumn, I contemplate the absolute desert.
I would like to do like swallows, migrate to North Africa.
And I feel, I feel distant and I feel foreign
And I feel, I feel distant and I feel foreign
I’d love you, I would love you more if I knew you less?
Here, how many loves in the meadows, in spring.
October, your month, seems no less intense to me
Loneliness, sadness; my hope, your promise.
And I feel, I feel distant and I feel foreign
And I feel, I feel distant and I feel foreign
I’d love you, I would love you more if I knew you less?