on waning And rain is still raining The dams are all straining To hold back the tide The good Life is better When Death is your debtor The Rain makes
wind is howlin' on I should be with her right now Cold sheets of rain pouring down is my love safe and warm Where is she sleeping now Cold sheets of rain
slide of broken glass Keeps building in piles And I don't know I don't know if the sun ever smiles It's the black sheets of rain Following me again
Lord send more blinding sheets of rain And I pray good Lord send more blinding sheets of rain And I pray good Lord send more blinding sheets of rain
lord send more blinding sheets of rain And I pray good lord send more blinding sheets of rain And I pray good lord send more blinding sheets of rain
Перевод: Синие Собаки. Холодная Листы Дождя.
Перевод: Плесень, Боб. Черные листы дождь.
good lord send more blinding sheets of rain And I pray good lord send more blinding sheets of rain And I pray good lord send more blinding sheets of rain
it all come back Now open up your mind, as we unclog your brain And wipe away these thoughts of what you ever felt was pain Cause like rain, it pours
you want Dedicate slow jams on the radio Oh I Know your happy I can feel ya passion Looking out for ya just like daddy Come on Sunshine turns to rain
Justin Timberlake): Got a thing for that thing she got The way she make it shake, the way she make it pop Make it rain for us so she don't stop I
Ive tried Did I throw away the best part of my life When I cut you off Did I cut myself with the same damn knife Hide my tears in the pouring rain Had
Many prophets preach on bended knee. Many clerics wasted wine. Do the bloodied sheets on those cobbled streets mean I have wasted time? Are there silver
Well I heard that it might be raining bed sheets and lover's words Let's throw out the hotel comforter and hang the 'do not disturb' Sign me up for the
Sick of bars where people meet Smell of crotch and sheets not clean Hairy men in magazines Every city looks the same Running from the threat of rain Pillow
of rain. In that big old house there are fifty beds and one of them leads to your soul. It's a bed of fear, a bed of threats, regrets and sheets so
begin Wake up! You can't remember where it was Had this dream stopped? The snake was pale gold Glazed and shrunken We were afraid to touch it The sheets
