ترجمة: مارينا Elali. كاتدرائية.
ترجمة: لياندرو. Catedral (كاتدرائية الأغاني).
My old wooden chair In amongst the flames Alone I clear my throat to speak But I cant say a word Not one This girl knew my name On a wooden bridge It
She wants to sit beside you In your big chair In your big chair The devil has the power to assume a appleasing shape She wants Oh my God
Winchester Cathedral You're bringin' me down You stood there and watched as My baby left town You could've done something But you didn't try You didn
Well, excuse me, but I think you've got my chair No, that one's not taken, I don't mind If you sit here, I'll be glad to share Yeah, it's usually packed
Darling, I will remember, darling I've been mellow and tender I've seen water by the cathedral Under the maple it was in April You wore a raincoat by
They have blown away the daylight hours we had Left a legacy, a deadly aftermath We cannot exist in godforsaken lands As we spiral down into oblivion
I'm so sorry I know exactly what you mean Tired of being devilish Sick of being wicked Habitual and untrue Another starting over Although it is the
A walk in the park This happens when some thing's up And stays till dark She's writing Cathedral Park But the words are lame like her life And then she
In the shadows of tall buildings Of fallen angels on the ceilings Oily feathers in bronze and concrete Faded colors, pieces left incomplete The line moves
If half of what I'm saying, of what I'm saying is true Will you rub my head, make it all shiny and new? And you drag my coat tails, drag my coat tails
Jenny, Jenny you don't know the nights I hide Below a second story room to whistle you down The man who's let to divvy up, time is a miser He's got a
Steep is the water tower Painted off blue to match the sky Can't ignore the train Night walks in the valley silent You could swear the earth just moved
One time You made me cry Be proud that I Remember My chin is sore The bruise is gone But the spot is tender Gave my hand a sister coy To Cotton Alley
Why are some men born With minds that earn degrees The loving cups Gilded plaques Grace their study walls Hide the cracks While their genius is turned
On one morning In the month of May When all the birds Were singing I saw a lovely maiden stray Across the fields at break of day She softly sung her
The legs of Maddox kitchen tables My whole life twisted on a lathe In a foreman's torrent My first English was "Faster boy if you want your pay" Barking
