А зимнее море так жалобно стонет, Так бьется о камни, что больно смотреть. Ну что ж ты так плачешь. Вот, брат, незадача. И чем же помочь тебе, разве что
Another year I've wasted, Were those really our steps that brought us here? That held you near? Through fantasy each of our games wonder through life,
Вы в огне да и в море вовеки не сыщете брода,- Мы не ждали его - не за легкой добычей пошли. Провожая закат, мы живем ожиданьем восхода И, влюбленные
Слезливое море вокруг разлилось, И вот принимаю я слезную ванну,- Должно быть, по морю из собственных слез Плыву к Слезовитому я океану. Растеряешься
You have your very own number They dress your cage in its nature Once you roared now you just grunt lame Pace around pathetic pound games Wanna get out
Hey kid, do I have your attention? I know the way you've been living Life's so reckless, tragedy endless Welcome to the family Hey, there's something
Come with me to the dance floor, You and me cause that?s what it?s for Show me now what is it You got to be doing And the music in the house... is so
Aunque te hayas ido, sigues conmigo siento el respiro de tu amor con un triste suspiro llega la noche y me platica de los dos eterno fue lo que hubo entre
I can walk into the sea And I can choke away the memories Do I have to stay alive Just to keep our dresses white You've come to me in dreams With all
me shiver Makes me wet, makes me slide It's some spirit I'm possessed by I can't stop We just got to dance, dance, dance Dance, dance, dance
[Music: Flynn, Demmel] [Lyrics: Killian] I, Being The Judge Of This Legal Court Motion For The Accused To Arise. Stand Up Boy, Here's The End Of Your
When I come to the river at the ending of day When the last winds of sorrow have blown There'll be somebody waiting to show me the way I won't have
insane cast your shadows like dreams and whispers and i can see your breath the sun is on the sea, oh
There's a hole in the bottom of the sea There's a hole in the bottom of the sea There's a hole There's a hole There's a hole in the bottom of the sea
MUST YOU THROW DIRT IN MY FACE (Bill Anderson) « © '62 Moss Rose Publications » RECORDED BY ROY CLARK AND BY WAYLON JENNINGS What is it
Darling it's not really over it just seems to be Darling I don't really think that we want to be free A raging storm of anger made us want to end it all
It's middle of the month It's happening all over town You know it's got me reeling forward Got me falling to the ground There's a new mag on the market
Well I been workin? in a coal mine Goin? down, down Workin? in a coal mine Whew! About to slip down Well I been workin? in a coal mine Goin? down, down
