Era extrano aquel hombre, o por tal lo tomaron, porque besaba todo lo que hallaba a su paso. Besaba a las personas, al perro, al mobiliario y mordia
Lieder von einer versunkenen Stadt singen die Fischer am Meer. Keiner weiß wie alles damals wirklich war; es ist schon so lange her. Abends da
I dreamt last night I was far away Where coyotes howl and cotton woods sway Casting shadows in firelight A cowboy moon burns so bright And I don't care
It's amazing how quick We could turn an argument Into a fight for what is right When the conversation dies I will rip my tongue out Just to show how much
Now handsome guys get girls that are pretty Other guys get 'em 'cos they're clever and witty But the only love I ever get, I get out of pity 'Cos I'm
THERE'S AN OLD MAN IN OUR TOWN There's an old man in our town And I guess he's been around For years and years At least it seems that way. Wrinkled
I wake up one morning and it's passed you by You don't know when and you don't know why I feel like an old memory hangin' round And man, we've got to
You better watch out You better not cry You better not pout I'm tellin' you why Santa Claus is comin' to town He's makin' a list Checkin' it twice Gonna
Lately I've been down in the deep end, Doing way too much drinkin, Everyone thinks I've lost my mind. I guess they don't know how tough, losin the woman
Refrain Etrange, L'amour ca va, ca vient, Quand il vient tout va bien Mais quand il va, rien ne va, C'est comme ca. Etrange, L'amour c'est tout ou rien
I think I really like this city It's got everything I need Big tall buildings that I can hide beneath Mom, I know you've got your worries Dad, I know
On back down in my hometown Everybody's feelin' it bad No new breaks, whatever it takes Not to have to sway it on a classified ad Hey there Ma and Pa
parking lot. movie screen. i can't feel anything. cigarette. beat up tv. i can't feel anything. now that i'm i'm in town. i feel fine. fine for
Said you came from a mining town But they closed the mining down Said your daddy was a drinker He had a picture of Jesus on his sinker Maybe I...
on the eastern highway we ride windshield wipers disperse the rain from the sky what's left is ivy and vine all the letters i'd sent back home never
Traducere: Adam + Eva. Sunken City.
Traducere: Grigorie, Adam. City Boy Visul.
