очень, очень хорошо! Снегопады - это очень, очень хорошо! И под ливнем, и под градом, Лишь бы быть с тобою рядом, Это очень, очень хорошо! И под ливнем
When I was seventeen It was a very good year It was a very good year for small town girls And soft summer nights We'd hide from the lights On the village
A l'heure qu'il est Je sais qu'elle se reveille La tete pleine de petits soucis Les enfants qu'on a puni la veille Et qu'il va falloir sortir du lit
So it's sunrise sober eyes see my room spin around crowded bars and crumbling town I'm a mess a monument two clenching fists of helplessness oblivious
I suppose that I should count my blessings For a young thing my world is not too bad Got a window, a place with a pillow and a friend or two But ever
I get along without you very well, of course, I do Except when soft rains fall and drips from leaves then I recall The thrill of being sheltered in your
There's that house where I used to live Here comes that man, Christ, he gives me a headache I don't like all these sharks in the city They don't do much
You make Your face to shine on me Now my soul knows very well You lift me up an' I'm cleansed and free Now my soul knows very well When mountains fall
I get along without you very well, of course I do Except when soft rains fall and drip from leaves, then I recall The thrill of being sheltered in your
Ervin Drake When I was seventeen, it was a very good year. It was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer nights. We'd hide from the light
When I was seventeen, it was a very good year It was a very good year for small town girls And soft summer nights We'd hide from the lights on the village
When I was 17 I drank some very good beer I drank some very good beer I purchased with a fake I.D. My name was Brian Mcgee. I stayed up listening to Queen
I had a real good mother and father And they surely stood the test And now are in bright glory And are sleeping on the Savior?s breast They set a good
I give myself very good advice But I very seldom follow it That explains the trouble that I'm always in Be patient, is very good advice But the waiting
You can't tell me everything is perfect You said splitting up with him felt right Don't stop your reminiscing Somehow you're not convincing Why even try
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Cars are turning over and driving away, I'd like to think of something to talk about. I can't come up with a consolation prize. It's not that I want
I suppose that I should count my blessings For a young thing my world is not too bad Got a window, a place with a pillow And a friend or two But ever
