Scrivo pagine di fantasia sognando la mia vita insieme a lei che sa comprendere tutti i miei sbagli ? sa difendermi ?a lei che ha saputo aspettare con
she took the whip, tried to give him a cut across the face, she spat like a wildcat... her eyes were icy blue as he fell to the ground, eyes filled with
(McAlinden) Under the mantle of the stars, By the slow waves of the sea, On a bank of sand we fell Like fruit from a laden tree. And in the morning, with
It's just her and the band and the clean up man She's counting up her tips, she did alright She says good-night She drives home to a three-room flat
Bob Corbin,Ted Hewitt (Bro NA? Sis Music,BMI;Coljes,BMI; Hewitt Music, ASCAP) 1995 ItA?s just her and the band and the clean-up man SheA?s counting up
Vertaling: Hanner, Corbin. Ze Rides Wild Horses.
Vertaling: Paard. Natural Law.
Vertaling: Rogers, Kenny. Ze Rides Wild Horses.
Vertaling: Liefde. Met de paarden in haar ogen, ze Spat Like A Wildcat.
Vertaling: Popochas. Zij [(voor de Pony) A Popochas].
Get down on your knees and pray Clasp your hands and start to play It's time to be born again Don't go to mass It's a sin Confess your evil to the man
It's just her and a band and the clean-up man, She's countin' up her tips, She did alright. She says goodnight. She drives hom to a three-room flat
