Солнце уже закатилось. И было почти темно. Они шли очень долго и, наконец, когда совсем стемнело, пришли к подножью высокой горы. Через вспышки фотокамер
Blind fools who see only what they tell you to Open up your eyes you might see it too See there is a lot to see within you too Don't be like the rest
Gonna ride out on a speedboat Gonna ride out on the radio Gonna fix mine where possible Gonna find myself a phone We're so flammable We go, we go, we
One more problem. How you've got them. All tied up with a million things to do. Two more problems, how I've got them. One is someone else. Two is you.
Can you feel their haunting presence? Can you feel their haunting presence? Liar, Killer, Demon Back to the river Aras Someone's blank stare deemed it
Mary had a baby Mary had a baby Mary had a baby People, keep a comin' and the train done gone Laid him in a manger Laid him in a manger Laid him in a
I've been a rambler, all my life Been a bet it all gambler Yeah I let it all ride Never been afraid of losin Yeah there's been times I've lost it all
Take the water to the mountain Take the river to the sea Let the forest be salvation Long before it needs to be Take the water to the mountain Let your
Ta ra ra ra ra Ta ra ra ra ra Cold mountain water, the jade merchant's daughter Mountains of the moon, Electra bow and bend to me Hi ho the carrion crow
I look up on this mountain and marvel it seems so tall so tragically its fragile I'm waiting for it to fall enormous mass it's made of glass instead of
Above the mountain, the mountain An eagle is flying High above the mountain An eagle come down To the soldier who falters The soldier on the ground
They heard me singing and they told me to stop Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock These days my life I feel it has no purpose But
Lying there with a halo in her hair she cried There are feathers everywhere but it?s fine You do this all the time Crying now, through a rusted smile
John W. Work, Jr. / Traditional Spiritual Go, tell it on that mountain Over the hills and everywhere Hey go, tell it on that mountain Jesus Christ is
Oh, play me some mountain music Like grandma and grandpa used to play Then I'll float on down the river To a Cajun hideaway Drift away like Tom Sawyer
Descendo a serra (Humberto Gessinger) to descendo a serra cego pela serracao salvo pela imagem pela imaginacao de uma bailarina ao asfalto fazendo curvas
I remember it well, that day last spring When the snow lay deep on the mountain trails It was winter's last showin' and our last fling Before returning
Lost days and distant nights Sail out beyond the light Set a course straight and true You've started something Now see it through [Chorus] I am the king
