You're sharp as a knife And you fit like a glove That is no way to live That is no way to love Full of fear in your skin And the weakness in giving in
Yeah, when I came to, you were standin' by the foot of the bed. I was still hung over an' my eyes were bloodshot red. Did you think things were gonna
Я видел вас в "Ракете", делал вид, что не заметил, И в супермаркете мне улыбались ваши дети. Вы на машине едете мимо, а я иду пешком, Вспоминаю дуб у
You're as sharp as a knife and you fit like a glove That is no way to live, that is no way to love Full of fear in your skin and the weakness in giving
Let's drink to the hard working people Let's drink to the lowly of birth Raise your glass to the good and the evil Let's drink to the salt of the earth
Our fingers are missing, they litter the ground Grass will never grow near this town, again The frames on the walls are crooked and empty Our shoulders
Here's to wasted time Here's to wasted time Watching the tree's swaying in the breeze The corners of my mind The corners of my mind Are folding to meet
(Dolly Parton) I've tried and I've tried for so long to please you Gave you every bit of my time Gave you everything I could possibly give you My
Ich war die Seuche, die den Körper faulen lässt Ich bin die größte Geißel, einzig am Sterben halt ich fest Ich war die Pest
Shaking like a leaf on a tree That's coming loose from the stem Shaking like a leaf on a tree Because I'm coming loose from my man I'm like a weeping
Oh, like the salt of the earth Each correction makes us stronger Absconder in happiness, yeah Voyage up my river, full of tears it's yerking Lookout
You're as sharp as a knife and you fit like a glove That is no way to live that is no way to love Full of fear in your skin and the weakness in giving
Lyrics/Music: Gino Paoli Ed. BMG Ricordi Music Publishing - Milano | Universal Music Publishing - Milano Disk: 1971_Rileggendo vecchie lettere d'amore
mezzogiorno si trascina tra l'odor di pesce fritto nelle strade mani d'ebano incollate da una vita sul volante di un tassi magro come un chiodo gli occhialetti
(M. Jagger, K. Richard) Let's drink to the hard working people Let's drink to the lowly of birth Raise your glass to the good and the evil Let's drink
In the company of salt There was a burning in his arm He said "I'll kick it anytime." Like a shot His final warning And though the tissue remained unharmed
I've tried and I've tried for so long to please you Gave you every bit of my time Gave you everything I could possibly give you My body, my heart, and
