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Vânt Chris

I hear a sound and turn to see A new direction on that rusty weather vane Suddenly the dead brown leaves are stirred To scratch their circle dances down

There's something in the wind that's blowin' through my soul And it's calling out to me saying boy it's time to go There's a restless feeling in my heart

Well my furrows are filled with corn, I have my woman to keep me warm, But there's one thing that I do fear, That eastern wind is getting near; There

Traducere: Chris De Burgh. Vânt de Est.

Traducere: Rice, Chris. Vânt şi Duhul.

: In from the coast, riding like the wind and racing the moon, Shadows on the road, dancing and a-weaving like a crazy fool. A horseman is coming, death

: Tonight, I'll give you every bit of my heart, Give you everything that I've got, I don't want to lose you, Tonight, you tell me that you want me to

: Underneath a silver moon, the ship is like a ghost, She's been out there for a week, just waiting for the wind to blow, But now she's off and running

: Down in the jungle, you can hear a rumble, Way up the Himalayas, in a Mexican bodega, Something is going on, People are coming, running round the world