1. В плену у серых стен и мокрых крыш домов луна среди антен на стенке календарь и под окном фонарь и никаких проблем Вот только
Moi j'avais reve longtemps de ma premiere guitare, tu sais J'etais fou, j'avais quinze ans, je n'osais pas y croire Mes parents n'etaient pas d'accord
By this time tomorrow You'll be out on the streets of Chicago Walking all the way home from commuter trains By this time tomorrow You'll be back home
1. Наша территория, сдесь наш дом - Эти улицы знают каждого в лицо. Мы сдесь всегда номером будем ОДИН И лучше нам дорогу не переходи! Без проблем,
Останови машину – я сейчас уйду Я не могу дышать от разочарования. Зачем ты говоришь мне эту ерунду? Тебе уже не до любви, не до прощания... Глаз не поднимаешь
Где лучшее из времён Кажется что оно Только не здесь, не рядом Мне лучшее из имён Трудно произнести Трудно, но очень надо И я не могу принять Эту свою
{Intro} Oh, oh I (Hear me now, hear me now, hear me now) Oh, oh I Oh, oh I (Hear me now, hear me now, hear me now) Oh, oh I, yeah He never took you to
Tan lamentable flojo presente te pega abajo punzando hiriente te ha traicionado tu propia suerte golpeando puertas sin responderte, lo mejor de este mal
I once had a sweetheart to love me But now she has proven untrue She's found a new love to treasure That's why I'm walking round blue The lies you told
The world we know was built on skills, but that alone don?t count. Without the sweat and toil of mine; it wouldn?t be worth a dime. You got to live and
Its another day we go sailing o're the blue i look to the horizon my thoughts drift home to you a young man only seventeen adventure could'nt wait set
Take me back to my Western boat, Let me fish off Cape St. Mary's, Where the hogdowns sail and the foghorns wail, With my friends the Browns and the Clearys
In the chilly hours and minutes of uncertainty I want to be In the warm hold of your loving mind To feel you all around me, To take your hand along the
In the merry month of june, from me home I started left the girls of Tuam, so sad and broken hearted saluted father dear, kissed me darlin' mother drank
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog, The bog down in the valley-o. Real Bog, the rattlin' bog, The bog down in the valley-o. Well in the bog there was a hole
I wandered in time, till I found myself thinking Of young children playing at the dawning of spring They sang merry songs, like the wind in the willows
She'd never been there before She'd never been there before A young man asked her recently To come and sit upon his knee He tickled her in the ribs
There's a band tonight down in Shamrock City, Where the girls of Limerick are much too pretty; Joe Cooley's Reel on accordion, Like the blues with
