Your Lover’s Nerve
Belgium or France maybe England
Reading your lips and they could be easily for me so fine and free
Well I went down here for your number but your colours were grey
I obeyed the fact that you were small, so silly small
But I'm easy for your lover's nerve
I'm easy and you might be hurt in a year or two weeks from now on
And when I think of it you lied you cut all my maybes twice
You might be far away Tango and waltz in the evening
Chasing the fears and they could be finally for me hunt them to be free
Load my revolver discussed with the old man stinking of gin
We'll it could be clear as ice to see just like you and me my friend
'Cause I am easy for your lover's nerve?
I am easy for your lover's nerve?
You might be far away, but I just don't know?
Стихи и музыка: А. Васильев Нет ничего смешнее алкоголя, Нет ничего противней огурца Я перепутал сахар с солью И стал похож на подлеца Никто не ждет, и дерево не греет, Собака спит, лишь тикают часы, Луну и
One Day At A Time
I'm only human I'm just a man Help me to believe in what I could be and all that I am Show me the stairway that I have to climb Lord for my
I fell in love next to you Burning fires in this room It just fits Light and smooth Like my feet in my shoes Little one, lie with me Sew you heart to my sleeve We'll stay
Looking For My Life
Oh Lord, won't you listen in to me now Oh Love, I got to get me back to you somehow I never knew that life was loaded I'd only hung around birds and
My Hands Are Tied
She came her to see me today in prison where I have to stay But this time she came here to tell me goodbye Pretending that I understood I held back the