Nino, walking around on Sunday Nino, just one more kid in L.A. With a hubcap and a stick in his hand In his own parade, leading the band His head in the
Nino, walking around on Sunday Nino, just one more kid in L.A. With a hubcap and a stick in his hand In his own parade, leading the band His head in
I am a child in these hills I am away, I am alone I am a child in these hills And looking for water and looking for life Who will show me the river and
It's such a clever innocence With which you do your sorcery As if somehow the years just bow And let that young girl go free I thought I was a child
It's such a clever innocence with which you do your sorcery As if somehow the years just bow and let that young girl go free I thought I was a child until
I am a child in these hills I am away I am alone I am a child in these hills And looking for water And looking for life Who will show me the river and
Vertaling: Jackson Browne. Ik dacht dat ik een kind was.
Vertaling: Jackson Browne. Een kind in deze heuvels.
It's such a clever innocence with which you do your sorcery As if somehow the years just bow and let that young girl go free I thought I was a child