Речной трамвайчик тихо встал У сонного причала И не нужны слова, слова - Не начинай сначала Трамвайчик мог любовь спасти, А вот приплыл трамвайчик И
Once I lost it It took hold of me Once again Lost and left to see What was there Wouldn't let me be Spoiled with misery Spoiled with energy Let me be
Lead (starts first) Let the river flow Let the river flow Let the river flow And refresh my soul Everyone Let the river flow Let the river flow Let
He'll be flied away From those choices that they took Naked and caught on the Isle de la Cite Roll of home may be There's over eleven since she's been
Down here everyone says that the River People don't really belong here. I know what it's like to be a stranger and divide a town beside a frontier. People
Rolling river God Little stones are smooth Only once the water passes through so, I am a stone Rough and grainy still Trying to reconcile this river's
The railroads and the riverboats that bred the mighty man That we read about and we dream about, the men who built this land And the farmers and the lumbermen
What's the matter with me I don't have much to say Daylight sneakin' through the window And I'm still in this all night cafe Walkin' to and fro beneath
Mai nahar zormim Habbet Elu hem yemai cha-yecha Hem maimai cha-yecha Nishtafim ba-zerem She-matchill im geshem rishon Mai nahar zormim Habbet Ellu hem
Human kindness, river blindness Black flies rise as the water flows Human kindness, river blindness Angels cry as the fever grows Indications, demographics
Lead me on through the night Take my hand, precious Lord And lead me home Take my hand, precious Lord Amen Lead me on through the night Take my hand
Rolling River God, little stones are smooth Only once the water passes through So I am a stone, rough and grainy still Trying to reconcile this river'
Let the poor man say I am rich again, Let the lost man said I am found again, Woah, Let the river flow, Let the blind man say I can see again, Let the
Down here Everybody says that The River People don?t really belong there I know What it?s like to be a stranger and divide a town beside a frontier People
Un jour, la foudre Frappa l'jardinier Qui levait sa hache Sur un beau prunier. L'eclair, en tombant, lui dit : " J'ai bien vu qu'il t'arros' plus, Qu'
What's the matter with me, I don't have much to say, Daylight sneakin' through the window And I'm still in this all-night cafe. Walkin' to and fro beneath
let the poor man say, "i am rich in Him" let the lost man say, "i am found in Him" oh let the river flow let the blind man say, "i can see again" let
