the spirits appear All your, all your life shadows of another day And if you hear me talking on the wind You've got to understand we must remain Perfect strangers
John San what you can La, la, Janette, dance in sand What's the mystery, my son? Gypsy Dan Caravan Won Tun Wan with your Chinese fan History, my son
In a dark and sweaty room in sixty nine Tables turning Dancing girls, silly girls, all kinds of girls And it was loud Tuning up to madness in the back
Sweet Lucy was a dancer But none of us would chance her Because she was a samurai She made electric shadows Beyond our fingertips And none of us could
She came home last night, rockin' rollin' drunk She talk no sense but she sound good so she thunk So I reached over and said, "Hello There's some planet
Nothin' I can do Maybe I won't even try And your will is determined to kill Any reason of mine I see you comin' With that look in your eye You act like
Found some money in an old black jacket I'm going out tonight, gonna find me a woman or two I don't know how long it'll last but I never regret the past
Infidel can you hear, would be strange delight I need you to give your sympathy tonight When you hear what I say, deeds I've done Realize I've never lost
The day is gone when the angels come to stay And all the silent whispers will be blown away Lying in the corner a pair of high heel shoes Hanging on the
laughing as the spirits appear All your life Shadows of another day And if you hear me talking on the wind You've got to understand We must remain Perfect Strangers
And laughing as the spirits appear All your life Shadows of another day And if you hear me talking on the wind You've got to understand We must remain Perfect Strangers
ترجمة: ديب بيربل. الكمال الغرباء.
ترجمة: ديب بيربل. غرباء [يعيشون].
ترجمة: مصارعة. بيربل العميق ، "الكمال الغرباء".
: Sweet Lucy was a dancer But none of us would chance her Because she was a Samurai She made electric shadows Beyond our fingertips And none of us could
