Однообразные улицы города Трудно поверить в крылья Роняя глупые воспоминания У моих ног пылью рассыплется О не жалко Кто ты другой, кто ты другой
Я устал oт чужих гopoдoв Я устал кoлoть этoт лед Я хoтел бы уснуть, Ho нет вpемени спать. И oпять за oкнами нoчь И oпять где-тo ждут меня И oпять
Stuffed man laying in the yard There's a black dog by the car Reverend Wrinkle drinking his tea Lord, can't you see? Yeah Moonlit man got it all in his
These pines are not the ones that I'm used to They won't carry me home when I cry Am I too far gone to recover Or can I turn if I try? Should I trade
Lucky, you look down, do you notice me? Do you remember the way it used to be? Some summer, much younger, way over the under pass I thought those days
Hey, paradise island [incomprehensible] 2000 Were are you from? [incomprehensible] How many years? How many years? Ten years time Two thousand years,
We used to be so happy, we used to be so true We used to think there wasn't anything we couldn't do But they could see right through us we didn't seem
Where do we go now? I don't know Innocence over, fading fast And it's hard to know what you're thinking When you hide inside your head You're still promising
THERE'S A LITTLE BOX OF PINE ON THE 7:29 (George Brown - Dette Lee) « © '58 Shapiro-Bernstein Co » A mother wrote a warning how much longer
Let's settle down The world won't stop spinnin' round We'll get out of this mess Wait and see Wait and see is that what you'll do? You think I'm mentally
South of the border, down mexico way, That's where I fell in love when the stars above came out to play, And now as I wander, my thoughts ever stray,
Oh, Mr. Pine doesn't wait till after nine There's not a friend he's had to buy Keeps his head above the sky Ain't got much, and he don't ask why Oh,
As I wind down the pines It?s the lines on your face Playing on your face Without thinking so much As abandoning thought I went through open country
Drive around past the pines Over the hills into Hollywood Innocence never died I can tell by the look on your face Woah I believe in a sanctity, so hard
Pine and feather, clove and ginger Fire warm this winter eve In the middle of this circle Magic dreams on bonzai tree Find one dream and sleep Find one
Lyrics: Leah Goldberg Music: Achinoam Nini (Noa) Transliteration; Kan lo eshma et kol hakukiyah. Kan lo yachbosh haets mitsnefet sheleg, Aval betsel
These pines are not the ones that i'm used to They won't carry me home when I cry Am I too far gone to recover Or can I turn if I try Should I trade my
Tabarly, fais gaffe au vent ! De demater, ce n'est pas le moment Continue, ils auront beau faire Tu laisseras les autres loin derriere {Refrain:} Nous
