If there's violence in your heart Then we have something in common Whenever we're apart I want to break If the ocean's in our way Then we'd better start
Oh dismal mourning... I open my weary eyes once again My life has been left hollow and ashes have filled the gorge of my within Last night I hoped
The kiss was colder than I remember When we first said hello I guess the flame's now a little lower I can feel you letting go You know the pain dries
Situations, complications, seem to alter my concentration Revelation, short vacation, it's too much of an exclamation I'm not afraid to tell her how
Painted pictures Of something deep inside I don't know what's Happening here Days go on I, I disappear I look above in my eyes It's so clear, yeah, yeah
Anybody around here seen Two Gun Billy? I said, did anybody around here seen Two Gun Billy? Ain't no Two Gun Billy 'round here Who the hell you think
Mark volman (vocals) Howard kaylan (vocals) Ian underwood (keyboards, woodwinds) Aynsley dunbar (drums) George duke (keyboards, trombone) Martin lickert
I came from the north escaping convention Modern invention that won't let me be To the shores of St. Martin with my fiction addiction To restart the fire
He used to paint in colors Especially fond of blue He used to paint in colors And his colors they were true He used to paint in colors And his colors
Once again he's got the feeling. But his dreams are always drained by the ceiling. He keep on seeing this reflection and all he wants to do is to follow
(feat. Eloquence) [Eloquence]: 2.0.0.3 OK... Projet, demarrage, hold up, plein gaz, mettre les voiles, quitter la caille et ma femme, le hip-hop, mon
I can see a time when I won't be able to feel the pain no more And I can leave this town for other shores Cos I could never make it last Or ever understand
(Alan Jackson) The kiss was colder than I remember When we first said hello I guess the flame's now a little lower I can feel you letting go You know
Dunkles Land Fremdes Land Weit weit von zu Haus Dort wo meine Wiege stand, sieht alles sch? aus. Gr? Land, Sonnenstrand, ich m? dich wiederseh'n!
She Painted Pictures There's no beginning on the ends, You packed your things and left my house Since ive been sleeping on a couch This time we'll drag
She painted up her face She sat before the mirror She painted up her face She drew the mirror nearer Practisissing, Practiss, Practicing! The STARE!
Перевод: Джексон, Алан. Вы не придется рисовать мне картину.