The oldest path beneath the grave Lies a myth that's still the same There ain't no way to make a change Till Kings and Queens have walked in chains
pietre di neve e di fango / movimenti d'orologio e di dispersione / ed il vento che va dove vuole / non mi abbandonare mai nelle mie incertezze / cantami un'antica
I see you on the street My broken heart still skips a beat I hear your name Inside I go insane Baby each day that we don't touch Is one more day it hurts
Le la, le la, le la loo....I'm in love with you. My daddy is a great lover...with big strong arms to hold. His love is real, his love is strong...and
Leaning on the old top rail in a big corral Looking down the twilight trail for my long lost pal How he sang when he sprang on his old mustang and rode
On top of old Smokey all covered with snow I lost my true lover for courtin' too slow Oh courtin's a pleasure parting is grief And a false hearted lover
I saw you last night and got that old feelin' When you came in sight I got that old feelin' The moment that you danced by I felt the thrill And when
Un piano est mort Et celle-la l'aimait... Quand elle etait jeune et quand elle venait se saouler l' dedans de pathetique En se frottant au piano nostalgique
I dreamed of my old lover last night I wonder if I spoke out loud And if by chance my lover overheard He put my face back in the crowd His eyes were
noi ti lascero' andare dove vive un brivido incerti sogni cascati li' poeti tristi e teneri in cuore geme l'unica antica realta.
Well here I stand on this high ground Looking out over this great big town Searching for love that didn't treat me right It's a lonesome old town tonight
Vieille, c'est d' la musique vieille Je sais Chopin d' prisunic Mozart de bazar C'est d' la vieille musique Du blues bizarre Vieille, parce qu'il y
Sur une guitare deglinguee il a joue toute sa vie Du blues et boogie Dans une boite de Montpellier il a passe toutes ses nuits Mais maintenant c'est
(Miamartini - Fossati) Occhi neri trapassano la mente come spari nella notte oh, vecchia luna di sale come finira? Lingue rosse bruciano la pelle ora
You still write me old fashioned letters put your perfume on the pages with crossed out words that you took back like "do you really miss me?" but in
Who's gonna play this ol' piana After I'm not here? Who's gonna sing these sad songs to you Cause your eyes to fill with tears? Who's gonna keep
Let me tell you of an interview with an Old Man Emu He's got a beak and feathers and things, but the poor old fella ain't got no wings "Aren't you jealous
Moon above the raging sea Lightning to firefly I built my life out of what was left of me And a map of an old horizon Arrow find my chesnut heart Shadow