Ania D±browska - Jedynka
Tekst :
Every morning, when he awakesRubs eyes and already knows that the day will be the same as always
So he goes out on the street, forget, he must forget
After all nobody want call him loud, ever
And nobody s voice he want find, this what he is waiting for all his life,
But to everybody who he s passes, looks deeply into eyes and cannot read answers of impression
if everybody knows that he s lonely, lonely.
Can he ask himself
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
Gone fishin
Drown us in sorrow
Feed us more lies
Wake me up tomorrow
Strap me up to the nines
Senseless reason
Nervous twitchin
Tis the season
Let s go fishin
Acts of defiance done to you by me
Feed us more lies
Wake me up tomorrow
Strap me up to the nines
Senseless reason
Nervous twitchin
Tis the season
Let s go fishin
Acts of defiance done to you by me
In these rooms
In these rooms dark and bare
I recall when life was living here
How we sang and how we cried
A little of us lived here
And a little of us died
Mama she knew how to sing
But her eyes were always sad and wondering
You see her daddy...
I recall when life was living here
How we sang and how we cried
A little of us lived here
And a little of us died
Mama she knew how to sing
But her eyes were always sad and wondering
You see her daddy...
Occapella
There s music in the streets
And music in the air
A little ol soul beat
Dancin everywhere
I would tell the whole world
I d tell em if I could
To add a little song into each life
And make...
And music in the air
A little ol soul beat
Dancin everywhere
I would tell the whole world
I d tell em if I could
To add a little song into each life
And make...
You ought to be with me
Sit right down and talk to me,
about how you want to be,
you ought to be with me,
ya, you ought to be with me.
Thinking about what people do,
talking about how I love you,
thinking there s nothing to what they say,
you ought to be with me, anyway.
They don t want to see...
about how you want to be,
you ought to be with me,
ya, you ought to be with me.
Thinking about what people do,
talking about how I love you,
thinking there s nothing to what they say,
you ought to be with me, anyway.
They don t want to see...
Elle est
Passa il tempo e la ritrovo qui,
come se non fosse andata mai via.
Mentre fruga tra gli armadi miei,
mette quel maglione enorme che so già.
Camminare intorno dove è lei,
fare finta che non sono qui per lei.
Ma è difficile convincersi che
non è con me... lei......
come se non fosse andata mai via.
Mentre fruga tra gli armadi miei,
mette quel maglione enorme che so già.
Camminare intorno dove è lei,
fare finta che non sono qui per lei.
Ma è difficile convincersi che
non è con me... lei......