Marcel lives in Wapping, the ducks are due his tapping Marcel's got a houseboat on the Thames There's grotesque decorations, eccentric demonstrations
Traducere: Herman pustnici. Care erau cu el.
Traducere: Herman pustnici. Starea lui de sănătate este nebun.
Traducere: Jacques Brel. Un strigăt prieten versiune Herman lui pustnici.
: (Levitt / Thomas) Everyones life is bittersweet It's a door that opens wide And no man can call himself complete Till he's seen it from both sides
: (Lynch) Oh Mr. Porter, what shall I do? I want to go to Birmingham But here I am at Crewe Take me back to London As quickly as you can Oh Mr. Porter
: (Worth) Dial my number Anytime You're feeling sad and blue Dial my number And I'll count the seconds and the minutes, and the hours And the days,
: (Lynch) I've got a pal, a regular out an' outer. She's a dear old gal, an' I'll tell you all about 'er; It's forty years since fust we met, Her hair
: (Gouldman) [Verse 1:] Bus stop, wet day, she's there, I say Please share my umbrella Bus stop, bus goes, she stays, love grows Under my umbrella All
: (Kusik / Richards) The man with the cigar walked on up to where I was workin' this mornin' The man with the cigar said that I was workin' too slow
: (Silverman / Hopwood / Leckenby) Speed this locomotive on the railroad line And tell the driver man that I ain't got much time There's a little lady
: (Hopwood / Lackenby / Lisberg) Deep down inside of night There's a basic feeling of appetite for love The shadows fall, the moon comes out And night
(Gouldman) [Verse 1:] Bus stop, wet day, she's there, I say Please share my umbrella Bus stop, bus goes, she stays, love grows Under my umbrella All
(Hopwood / Lackenby / Lisberg) Deep down inside of night There's a basic feeling of appetite for love The shadows fall, the moon comes out And night
(Worth) Dial my number Anytime You're feeling sad and blue Dial my number And I'll count the seconds and the minutes, and the hours And the days, that
(Silverman / Hopwood / Leckenby) Speed this locomotive on the railroad line And tell the driver man that I ain't got much time There's a little lady
(Lynch) Oh Mr. Porter, what shall I do? I want to go to Birmingham But here I am at Crewe Take me back to London As quickly as you can Oh Mr. Porter
(Kusik / Richards) The man with the cigar walked on up to where I was workin' this mornin' The man with the cigar said that I was workin' too slow &
