Wrong Side Of The Street
Ah-One, two, three, four
Girl on the edge flippin' off the lamp
There'll be an end, darling, to your endless night
On the other side of the street
Yeah, light on portrait and the light in your face
And you'll be looking for another pretty place
Baby, this side of the street
Well, keep dreaming baby that your desire brings and girl
I know the sadness that you find in things, it's true
If you can't take the heat, what can I do?
Well, you and your poetry and your cuckoo world
Behind your face hides the face of a modern girl
Yeah, on the other side of the street
Yeah, you've got the look as if you own the world
Therefore, you go out there and they say that you can earn
Baby, on this side of the street
Well, you're tired of everyday bringing the same and so you
Go out looking for some strange new games
Well pretty soon you don't know the score anymore
All right!
[guitar solo]
Oh, I know you danger that your desire brings
And I know the strangeness that you'll find
Waiting and you'll see straighter then for you and for me
Yeah
Well turn on the end and baby turn off the lamps
There'll be an end, darling, to your endless night
On the wrong side of the street
Yeah and everyday, well, it just brings the same
You started looking for some other strange new game
On the wrong side of the street
Well, your desires for your sweet confusion
I'll walk away then, I don't buy your delusions
I'll see, open your eyes and see, girl
All right
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Кров (Джихад)
Хіба ти не чуєш як всередині кипить Напливає на очі, накриває думки, Хіба ти не бачиш, як веде твої слова, Накриває собою, залишається жива Кров Хіба ти не знаєш, ми не довго тут будем І вночі
Selfish One
Selfish one, why keep your love to yourself It's like a souvenir that just sits on a shelf It seems like you built a fence around your heart Afraid that sharing might tear
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Рикошет
Памяти А. Аксенова Свистопляс, отрава, мор – Чехарда отпетых лет. Кровью отпылал сумрак в перебор, Посягнув на рикошет. Конченый герой – Псам помеха спать. Тех, кто принял бой, Смертью не
I’ll Leave the Bottle on the Bar
A loser doesn't always know he's losing till he's lost the game and it's too late to win I hope I'll call in time and you'll forgive me Cause I want so