"Festival Song" I don't care about a thing today I used to but I'm fed up And I can hear the words you say I wish that you would shut up I've got responsibility
Black tan brown and white Repeat the order and weve tried All the lovely little steps That hope turn the eyes And footsteps of you Friend to lend for
Припев: Я откопал твой заживо зарытый талант, Сделав выбор в пользу бумаги и пера. И снова открою как в первый раз ту тетрадь, Отдав свои сладкие сны,
Мимолетное увлечения, что мы придумали сами, Мы пленники наших фантазий странных. Наши сны строили нашу жизнь, Пока мы спали, если это любовь, то мы ее
Мама была на кухне, И вдруг сверкнула гроза. И странным, сине-зелёным светом Заблестели её глаза. И завопила она: "Всё! Хватит! Не надо! Не буду!", Открыла
козаках неплахая доля Если ты не на коне, а не в кpови, не в поле - 2 pаза Распевать о гасподах, что отвоевали Hичего не стоит нам здесь на фестивале
Come on, baby, come on (Dance) You'll be dancin', everyone's romancin' Come on, baby, come on (Dance) You'll be dancin', everyone's romancin' Baby, it
Go away, never return Lovers play, while some of us burn It's high time to release your mind When can you come join the festival fun? Dream three days
If I go to Gloucester you know I will Wait there for you The Rhumb Line is waiting there too You know it's worth the nights we wait there It all falls
1. Die Hussiten zogen vor Naumburg über Jena her und Kamburg; auf der ganzen Vogelwies' sah man nichts als Schwert und Spieß an die hunderttausend
[Blackie / Big Boss] Sprightly Celebrating in His name will break out In the streams of blood we will wash our Hearts And from the broken skulls of our
It takes a hundred miles of love To heal a mile of pain I never say goodbye to the scene And I never blow out a flame And I got white lies for dark times
I'm not sure what worries me more The fact that I'm talking to the wall Or that the wall keeps answering me Saying that I've heard it all before Never
You can run away from home But you can't run away from your pain Now I sit here alone As I waste someone else to blame It's up to you now, it's up to
You may be a cheap date But my therapy's expensive as hell Then you pay a psychic healer who let you know Things aren't working out so well Tomorrow'
I learned to say goodbye To say goodbye too young I learned to duck from words Like bullets from a gun How long can you pray? How long can you pray And
I'm serenaded by a chorus of a thousand burning cigarettes You've been taking chances, mama, while I've been placing bets So tell it to the ashes, they
Battles over which direction to kneel People reaching out to touch but forgetting to feel Daily breath shouldn't be a daily penance Is that what you believe
