, наверное, зря мечтал И уже не его вина, что она холодна. Она его не любит, не любит, не любит, Она других целует все дни, вечера. Она его не любит, не любит, не любит
He writes her a letter tells her he won't be home soon (She still loves him) He lost his temper belted his love cross the room (She still loves him)
I got my first motorcycle when I turned sixteen I remember my mama raisin' cane with me She said, "Son, tell me why you want to ride that thing?" She
And she likes it in the morning And I run my fingers through her hair And she smiles when I call her darling She looks like a angel laying there And
So you feel a little lonely girl Well you know you're used to that one Now the taste of sweet success Is on your lips, you always want some Picture
The day that Elvis Presley died It hurt so much she could not cry She played his records through the night Until she was so tired He's always there to
Every man has a woman who loves him Rain or shine or life or death If he finds her in this life time He will know when he presses his ear to her breast
(Jack Turner/Tim Nichols) I got my first motorcycle when I turned sixteen I remember my mama raisin cane with me She said, "Son tell me why you want
So you feel a little lonely girl Well you know you're used to that one Now the taste of sweet success Is on your lips, you always want some Picture perfect
Перевод: Джексон, Алан. Она любит его слишком.
Перевод: Walker Clay. Она любит его утром.
Перевод: Медуза. Она все еще любит его.
Перевод: Йоко Оно. У каждого мужчины есть женщина, которая любит его.
: (Jack Turner/Tim Nichols) I got my first motorcycle when I turned sixteen I remember my mama raisin cane with me She said, "Son tell me why you want
She likes it in the morning When I run my fingers through her hair She smiles when I call her darlin' She looks like an angel laying there She wants
Liebe, erzahl mir nichts von Liebe sie leidet schon so sehr doch sie tut als wenn nicht war sie schminkt sich und zieht ihr schonstes Kleid an sie glaubt
Sie ging allein in ein Cafe Ward von Musik gerufen Sie stand am Anfang etwas scheu An dessen Eingangsstufen Es fasste sie sofort die Hand die hier schon
