devil We're tearin' up this town Hear my motor screaming Let's put the hammer down CHORUS: It's the boys night out Dogs begin to howl It's the boys night
holding you down I watch you walkin' away I look for something that could turn this around There's nothin' I can say CHORUS: In the middle of the night
in the night Cryin' in the night Can't you hear it? Can't you hear it? There's a voice in the night Cryin' in the night Can't you hear it? Can't you
'm yours Just one night Hold on to love Just one night Don't try to fight about it Take me, I'm yours Just one night, just one night We might never
The shivers in your fingers tell no lies I know I make you crazy I don't wanna break your heart Ooh, come with me, girl Running in the night, tonight
Перевод: Триумф. Running In The Night.
Перевод: Триумф. Just One Night.
Перевод: Триумф. В ночи.
Перевод: Триумф. Мальчика Night Out.
Перевод: Триумф. В ночь.
the rooftop thinking nobody will ever know i hope that you'd want to be the one to see the distance from the road this is our triumph over all the forms
, I'm a sinner tonight, yeah [Chorus] People can no longer cover their eyes If this disturbs you then walk away You will remember the night you were
the power This powers greater than love and of hate This is the power of will and of fate The power to kill the power to feel The power of blood the triumph
A scarlet sunset the threshold to nightplay A sinful oath is to be sworn A beckoning bloodlust among the seekers Tyrranic hunger yearns A gathering in
I get up, I get down. IV. Seasons Of Man Anderson/Howe The time between the notes relates the color to the scenes. A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate
like spoken word except he's really puttin' it down And he explained the story about how Blacks came from glory And what we need to do in the game Good dude, bad night
can't hold on to the thrill So I hope you find your will to follow through What we invented I am now ending Hold on to who you love We have triumphed
! Well, he stitched and he slaved and he slaved and he stitched until finally one night, in the wee hours of morning, Otto arose from his workbench triumphant