mais ... touche Inavouable, mais ... avoue Imprenable, mais ... pris ohhh, inseparables, oui mais separes, Inseparables mais .... Impenetrable mais ...
Esta es la historia de un sabado de no importa que mes y de un hombre sentado al piano de no importa que viejo cafe. Toma el vaso y le tiemblan las
nights spent cold and shivering. Cold winter nights begin to play with the mind No source of warmth but only her companion besides. It's death or the toy piano
Chitarra suona piu piano qualcuno puo sentire soltanto lei deve capire lei sola deve sapere che sto parlando d'amore cantano i grilli nel grano e un passero
...and I miss home, and I miss the closets, the windows, the hallways And when we are gone, who will keep up the garden? Like a mother calling her boy
Перевод: Puppini сестры. Это еще не конец (смерть или игрушка фортепиано).
Перевод: Various Artists. Право строку, но неправильно Йо-йо - фортепиано Красный.
: Instrumental
: Chitarra suona piu piano qualcuno puo sentire soltanto lei deve capire lei sola deve sapere che sto parlando d'amore cantano i grilli nel grano e un
: I've been around for you I've been up and down for you But I just can't get any relief I've swallowed my pride for you I've lived and lied for you
: As soon as you are able Woman I am willing To make the break that we Are on the brink of My cup is on the table Our love is spilling Waiting here for
: Sooner or later you will find a way To feel like sunshine even on a cloudy day To feel like morning in the dead of night Sooner or later it's gonna
: First you say one thing then you say another. I don't know the difference, were you lyin' to me baby? But it seems to me you got yourself in a bind
: "Lucky" I call you 'cus that's the way you make me feel. Love in the air and the wind in my hair is makin' me real. Look out Lucky there's a mountain
: Do you know where your woman is tonight? Do you know if she's sleepin' alone tonight? Well, you might be right and you might be wrong when you say
: Here I come again I don't really care to turn back Trying to find you directions But I seem to be losin' track I believe we ought to make a run for
: Sundown, summer is fading. Run now, here the winter comes. Deep down, in some snowdrift. Frozen fire, thought you found the lift. It's a showdown,