When she walked on down the street She was like a child staring at her feet But when she passed the bar And she heard the music play She had to go in
Her day was born in shades of blue Her song was sad, the words were true Her morning came too fast, too soon And died before the afternoon Poor lady
North winds have made my face a little older And my back is bent through trying too hard My vest is torn, so I make no perfect picture To place upon your
Il est entre dans mon lit Sans un bruit Sans meme troubler la nuit En moi il a fait son lit Petite pluie, oublier entre deux cris Dans mon sein je l'ai
Even if I'm sick in bed with a towel around my head Even if I'm feeling blue and crying is all I do I know she'll be there beside of me Lady Day, please
Maria, Maria Nosso filho esta perto Esta noite eu o vi em sonhos Me chamando Antes ja o pressentia Esta noite eu o vi de repente, vagamente Maria, Maria
Divine sending of angles into the sanctiest apocryphal lines A book of death for those who have journeyed onto the other world Out of the desert it arose
Her day was born in shades of blue Her song was sad the words were true Her morning came too fast too soon And died before the afternoon Poor lady day
(Rod Stewart) North winds have made my face a little older and my back is bent through trying too hard My vest is torn so I make no perfect picture to
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