daarom ijskoud Heel vurig naar de tijd Dat 'k op zal zijn en oud Om eindelijk af te rekenen met de laster Van elk jaloers en oud serpent Om mild
ترجمة: ماركو Borsato. القديمة والمهملة.
Oh, how I miss thee hills and dales And vales and trails of old Bavaria Oh, it's such bliss to kiss the Miss I miss Like this in old Bavaria Oh, the
Summer '61 A goddess became my song Fell in her ocean eyes As endless as the sky Forever she'll be my surfer girl Forever she'll be my surfer girl My
Down on Olivera Street a Mexicano cry A grito, te quiero, te quiero, te' adoro This is where the Anglo gets his Latin lover's sigh Adios muchachas y bolero
I?m going home, I?m going home Back to the place where I belong Found peace of mind, yeah one piece at a time I?m going home (Sure don?t know why I?m
He Loves Her When She's Sleeping And All The Dreams She's Keeping She keeps them in A Jar, But Not Too far from her hear. They head the Good Kind Of
Ooh Ooh Are the enemy living the memory? Grandly gambling With our hand on the lifeline Ghost of coastlines You are hanging on time Every last breath
Maw, maw miama glory, Hallelujah a??Maw, maw miama glory, Hallelujaha??a?? The sun burns a hole through the 6 AM hazea?? Turns up the volume and shows
Lost my way The sun grew dim Stepped over grace And stood in sin Took the dive but couldn't swim A flag without the wind When there's no morning Without
Pumps drunk with oil Dance like prehistoric locusts on the hills to LAX People fill their tanks in flights of fancy Actors waitin' tables with a method
Just now I was thinkin' 'bout another perfect day Wishin' it would come again your way Down below a sparkled city scatters by the bay Tells you your suspicions
Lucky old sun Lucky old sun Lucky old sun Lucky old sun Up in the mornin', out on the job Work so hard for my pay But that lucky old sun's got nothin
Venice beach is poppin' like live shrimp dropped on a hot walk Hucksters, hustlers and hawkers set up their boardwalk shops Home for all the homeless,
When I'm feeling blue All I have to do Is take a look at you Then I'm not so blue When you're close to me I can feel your heart beat I can hear you breathing
Let me tell you, sonny. Let me set you straight You kids today ain't never had it rough Always had everything handed to you on a silver plate You lazy
I'm good for inspiration, aren't I? You will find, well, close the door And I'll go anywhere you take me to From this bed onto so much more Care for
Someday when I'm old I'll pull up to the store And park wherever the hell I want to I'll buy a box of Moon Pies And flirt with the cashier Yeah, like
