lightnings to my spine Skins fireworks I dance the storm to my side I wish I could tattoo sky on my skin. Rain pounding the shoulders, the wind screaming adult pop songs. I fall into the ditch on my belly. I wish I could tattoo sky on my skin.
The joy without notice changes the structure of sorrow. I am no longer what I used to be. I wish I could tattoo heaven on my skin. I'm coloring coloring books, drawing a line from point to point. I'm doing the puzzle with missing pieces. Someone helps to find(the pieces), the other snaps pens. I'm coloring coloring book in a timestorm.
Voi kun tätä vois syyttää tekotaiteilisuudesta. Olisi helpompi suhtauta tähän ja kadottaa se olan kohautuksella ja jatkaa elämä niin kuin koskaan ei olisi sitä kuullut.
I'm coloring coloring books, drawing a line from point to point. I'm doing the puzzle with missing pieces. Someone helps to find(the pieces), the other snaps pens. I'm coloring coloring book with blood.
I paint on my paint block for kids, drive my pensel on it, fron point tho point. i make a puzzle, where the parts in not complite. Some peapol helps and others brake the pensels. I paint my block With blod. The rain spank my shoulders, The wind Meak bad nois off pop, I foll on mu stomick, near the road, and i wich i tatoo the sky on my skin. The hapines meak the difrensd on the sadnes, only to a goust for a vilde. I am not enymore the same, i hope i cud tatoo the sky on my skin.
@kalani12357 I paint on my paint block for kids, drive my pensel on it, fron point tho point. i make a puzzle, where the parts in not complite. Some peapol helps and others brake the pensels. I paint my block With blod. The rain spank my shoulders, The wind Meak bad nois off pop, I foll on mu stomick, near the road, and i wich i tatoo the sky on my skin. The hapines meak the difrensd on the sadnes, only to a goust for a vilde. I am not enymore the same, i hope i cud tatoo the sky on my skin.
I paint on my paint block for kids, drive my pensel on it, fron point tho point. i make a puzzle, where the parts in not complite. Some peapol helps and others brake the pensels. I paint my block With blod. The rain spank my shoulders, The wind Meak bad nois off pop, I foll on mu stomick, near the road, and i wich i tatoo the sky on my skin. The hapines meak the difrensd on the sadnes, only to a goust for a vilde. I am not enymore the same, i hope i cud tatoo the sky on my skin.
"Kunpa voisin tatuoida taivaan iholleni" - upein kielikuva suomalaisessa musiikissa!!!
Ismo on kyllä erittäin hyvä sanoittaja. Suomen parhaimpia!
Ismo saa aina kylmät väreet, tää biisi yks parhaista!! Suurkiitos.. "kunpa voisin tatuoida taivaan iholleni" ❤❤❤
Ismo Alanko on yksi kovimmista taiteilijoista kautta Suomen ranta viivojen!❤️❤️❤️❤️
Muuten allekirjoitan täysin, mutta ennen kuin woke-kulttuuri ottaa kieliopista haamukopin, niin rantaviiva on yhdys aana.
Kiitos, Ismo! Musiikkisi on inspiroinut jopa jongleerausta.
Vanha biisi, mut kiitos ismo👍
Parhaimpia ellei paras. ISO ❤💎
Mestari on mestari.
The voice is fantastic... Unfortunately I don't know the language... It would be nice to understand the words
finnish
AIVAN PARAS!!!!!! sanat kolahtaa niiiiiiiin lujaaa...
Ismo on Kuningas :)
Huh mikä veto
lightnings to my spine
Skins fireworks
I dance the storm to my side
I wish I could tattoo sky on my skin.
Rain pounding the shoulders, the wind screaming adult pop songs.
I fall into the ditch on my belly.
I wish I could tattoo sky on my skin.
ihana :)
Niin kuin sinä.
Iina Elina
Sydämellinen KIITOS.
@antte76 Thanks a lot! It's really great to understand the song!
haha. Vein kuudennella luokkalla levyraatiin Pisaroi-kappaleen. Ei ihan riittäny kärsivällisyys kuuntelijoilla.
Ysärin Ismon tuotanto on itselle todella tärkeää. Upeaa
Onneksi ei itselläni vaadi niin suppeita tuotantoja ja edes ismo alankoa
The joy without notice changes the structure of sorrow.
I am no longer what I used to be.
I wish I could tattoo heaven on my skin.
I'm coloring coloring books,
drawing a line from point to point.
I'm doing the puzzle with missing pieces.
Someone helps to find(the pieces), the other snaps pens.
I'm coloring coloring book in a timestorm.
LOVEE
Siinä ovat liidut paikallaan.
♥️
hyvä
Voi kun tätä vois syyttää tekotaiteilisuudesta. Olisi helpompi suhtauta tähän ja kadottaa se olan kohautuksella ja jatkaa elämä niin kuin koskaan ei olisi sitä kuullut.
En ois uskonu et tämmösestä tykkäisin mut täähän on iha ok :O
Ihan ok? Täähän on aivan mahtava👍
Kuin hulluuden partaalle pitää mennäkkään
I'm coloring coloring books,
drawing a line from point to point.
I'm doing the puzzle with missing pieces.
Someone helps to find(the pieces), the other snaps pens.
I'm coloring coloring book with blood.
Rupesin pentuna kuuntelemaan Ismoa kun tämä levy tuli
I paint on my paint block for kids, drive my pensel on it, fron point tho point.
i make a puzzle, where the parts in not complite.
Some peapol helps and others brake the pensels.
I paint my block With blod.
The rain spank my shoulders, The wind Meak bad nois off pop, I foll on mu stomick, near the road, and i wich i tatoo the sky on my skin.
The hapines meak the difrensd on the sadnes, only to a goust for a vilde.
I am not enymore the same, i hope i cud tatoo the sky on my skin.
@antte76 Everything's OK!
I am sorry for my bad english...
@kalani12357
I paint on my paint block for kids, drive my pensel on it, fron point tho point.
i make a puzzle, where the parts in not complite.
Some peapol helps and others brake the pensels.
I paint my block With blod.
The rain spank my shoulders, The wind Meak bad nois off pop, I foll on mu stomick, near the road, and i wich i tatoo the sky on my skin.
The hapines meak the difrensd on the sadnes, only to a goust for a vilde.
I am not enymore the same, i hope i cud tatoo the sky on my skin.
Ok
Uskonnoli nen kokemus
Onko ihan pakko lähtee kääntään sanoja, kun on noin paska englannissa..
I paint on my paint block for kids, drive my pensel on it, fron point tho point.
i make a puzzle, where the parts in not complite.
Some peapol helps and others brake the pensels.
I paint my block With blod.
The rain spank my shoulders, The wind Meak bad nois off pop, I foll on mu stomick, near the road, and i wich i tatoo the sky on my skin.
The hapines meak the difrensd on the sadnes, only to a goust for a vilde.
I am not enymore the same, i hope i cud tatoo the sky on my skin.