Когда я умер, на моих глазах появились слёзы, Но это был, всего лишь, дождь перед смерчем, На кладбище жизни нет места, как счастья у прозы, Рождённым
не сможет произойти. Пальцы Полины словно свечи в канделябрах ночей, Слезы Полины превратились в бесконечный ручей, В комнате Полины на пороге нерешительно мнется рассвет, Утро Полины
Paulina - a woman in my nightly dreams Paulina - who makes me grin in any pose Paulina - I wish she'd take off all her clothes Paulina - well I stare
she was cute but not too cute, an average girl in combat boots. she photographed the punk rock bands that came through town. another time, another place
Paulina She's on the cover of a magazine Paulina A woman in my nightly dreams Paulina Who makes me grin in any pose Paulina I wish she'd take off all
Words Paul Zarzyski/ Music W. Gustafson (Bucking Horse Moon Music /Two Medicine Music, BMI) Saddle broncs and sagebrush A buckskin called Gold Rush
You and I counting, desert stars and Lovers, one by one While mandolins and steel guitars Help our love along Who could show you, ever know you Fall
Hermann loves Pauline and Pauline loves Hermann They made love and gave birth to a little German (Hermann loves Pauline and Pauline loves Hermann) They
Thinking of You, breeze is warm Make me steadfast is understanding You breathed the word and the stars were born Precious memories, too many to count
Old polina There's a noble fleet o' whalers sailin' from Dundee men by British sailors to take them o'er the sea on a western ocean passage we started
Paulina - she's on the cover of a magazine Paulina - a woman in my nightly dreams Paulina - who makes me grin in any pose Paulina - I wish she'd take
you think I'm square don't like the clothes I wear the way I comb my hair the way I sit and stare at you it's just a game to take the spot- light off
Every afternoon in the staff canteen Just another teenage girl with teenage girl dreams In the world of Pauline Lewis Everything is fantasy It's easy
No Love. No Peace. Spend your days, counting sheep. When you're dead you're done, you're dead you die. But life goes on. No love, no lies. Wasting
...The third angel blew his trumpet, and a great star fell from heaven, blazing like a torch, and it fell on a third of the rivers and in the fountains
T?es beau, T?es beau parce que t?es courageux, De regarder dans le fond des yeux, Celui qui te defie d?etre heureux. T?es beau, T?es beau comme un cri
There's a noble fleet of whalers, they're sailing from Dundee Manned by British sailors that take them o'er the sea. On a western ocean passage, we started
Everything's so easy for Pauline Everything's so easy for Pauline Ancient strings set feet a light to speed to her such mild grace No monument of tacky