Mythique ce forum,tu vas voir que maintenant tout le monde va dire "arretez de whine les ran,votre vie c'est pas un battlecruiser,vous avez qu'as rouler vos couilles sur le clavier"

Effectivement, he saw the protoss, he ran mdrrrrrrr

J'ai toujours dit Ran depuis BW. C'est seulement depuis sc2, que je préfère dire T parce que c'est plus court.

She was born in November 1963
The day Aldous Huxley died
And her mama believed
That every man could be free
So her mama got high, high, high
And her daddy marched on Birmingham
Singing mighty protest songs
And he pictured all the places
That he knew that she belonged
But he failed and taught her young
The only thing she's need to carry on
He taught her how to

ran baby ran baby ran baby ran
Baby ran

Past the arms of the familiar
And their talk of better days
To the comfort of the strangers
Slipping out before they say
so long
Baby loves to ran

She counts out all her money
In the taxi on the way to meet her plane
Stares hopeful out the window
At the workers fighting
Through the pouring rain
She's searching through the stations
For an unfamiliar song
And she's pictures all the places
Where she knows she still belongs
And she smiles the secret smile
Because she knows exactly how
To carry on

So ran baby ran baby ran baby ran
Baby ran

From the old familiar faces and
Their old familiar ways
To the comfort of the strangers
Slipping out before they say
So long
Baby loves to ran

Dans ma team certains disent Ran aussi hein.

Ran ge ta chambre

Ran afout de ce topic