Asphalt Cowboy
The sun has opened up my eyes
And I don't wanna leave your side
For that lonesome road but here I go
Climbing back behind the wheel
Of fifty feet of chrome and steel
And a load they need in Chicago
Through the middle of the night unknown
I'm on a ride that won't let me go
I'm an asphalt cowboy
Born to run underneath the stars
Pay no mind to my lonely heart
Just ride, ride
'Til I'm back in your arms again
I'll be out here on the wind
Sometimes late at night
I see your picture by the dashboard light
And it takes me where I'd like to be
Wrapped up in a blanket there
Pulling ribbons from your hair
And your kiss, Girl, that's what I miss
Still I drive these horses through the rain and snow
This high-speed rodeo is all I know
And I'm an asphalt cowboy
Born to run underneath the stars
Pay no mind to my lonely heart
Just ride, ride
'Til I'm back in your arms again
I'll be out here on the wind
And I'll ride
Until I'm back in your arms again
I'll be out here on the wind
And I'll ride
Through the middle of the night unknown
On a ride that won't let me go
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So This Is Goodbye
So this is goodbye No need to lie; This creature of pain Has found me again. So this is goodbye, So this is farewell, The fight's final bell And I fall where I stand So give your last
Небеса-ладони
Я - тело ломкое. Я - дело тонкое. Я верю в душу и выше. Там слёзы тайные, Там звёзды дальние, Там я твой голос услышу. Та высота впрочем пуста, а любви нужен воздух.
I Can’t Stand Me
I can't stand me since I lost you and I can't stand nobody else I can't stand me since you went away and I gotta get away from myself I used to
Простите, Мадам
Бонжур, мадам. Вам пишет ваш поручик, Ваш бывший друг и баловень судьбы. Он в этот миг, мадам, целует ваши руки И тихо шепчет последнее "прости". Прости за боль, за ласку, за сомненья, За то, что