Волынки и Web.
Ничего общего! Почти...

SLY

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 08.08.2012

She was born with a song in the air
In the summer of 85
The clouds just went and the day became so bright
A child of love angel like
With the most beautiful smile
Growing up to be the sunshine of my life

Come talk to me
Don't run away
Don't let the distance grow
The door's wide open
Don't ever think
There is no way home

Sly come home tonight
The world is so bad you drive 'em all mad
With your smile
Sly my joy and my pride
When the runaway train took you away
A part of me died

The years went by like the summer of love
So much changed in our lives
They're too may scars deep under my skin
Love turned to hate and hate to love
Let's start all over again
And now I wonder what life will bring

Just let us laugh
The tears away
No more hard feelings no
Cause after all
You're my flesh and blood
I don't want you to fall

Sly come home tonight
The world is so bad you drive 'em all mad
With your smile
Sly come home alive
When the runaway train took you away
A part of me died


Похожие новости.


День & Ніч

День & Ніч

Може щось зі мною сталось Може сонце так сховалось Але мушу розмовляти На підлозі кімнати І ніхто мене не чує Я кажу – його дратує Час іде, а я не знаю Що будую, що ламаю Але день, день



Grandma’s Homemade Christmas Card

Grandma’s Homemade Christmas Card

The family once received a homemade Christmas card And everyone was thrilled to read the verse inside 'Cause every line was printed where the print should be And grandma's name was neatly signed



That’s Why

That’s Why

My alarm goes off early, Can't afford to be late. If I don't get a move on then I won't get paid. So I throw back those covers and get my butt out



Being Alive And Livin’

Being Alive And Livin’

Come on boys I ain't a guy to just kick back And watch bikes race around the track I'm white knuckled to the handle bars with both my hands No I ain't one to



Праліто

Праліто

Впливаємо в соснове море, в сосновий шум, сосновий спів. Над нами небо неозоре, над нами дах струнких верхів, над нами віддихом глибоким парують оліїсті пні. І чуєш, як під твоїм кроком зростають зела запашні. Тут не бажаєш біль




Нет комментариев

Комментариев нет.

Извините, обсуждение на данный момент закрыто.