Tous les soirs, la meme fille attend Sur le meme square, le meme banc Comme une madone oubliee, les jambes croisees Elle voyage au milieu des maisons
Vertaling: Francis Cabrel. Like A Virgin vergeten.
Vertaling: Rina Ketty. La Madone Aux Fleurs.
: Tous les soirs, la meme fille attend Sur le meme square, le meme banc Comme une madone oubliee, les jambes croisees Elle voyage au milieu des maisons
I think you wanna' come over, yeah I heard it through the grapevine. Are you drunk or you sober? Think about it, doesn't matter and if it makes you feel
Miss you most of all When all those autumn leaves start to fall Drifting by my window They come up over the wall Why does a good thing have to do end
Just To Litle Touch, Just To Little Touch Argentina;s Brand of Star Quality I,I'v just to do what i need to do, Prepier To Top.. I Didn't do it,I mean
(Don't you feel sorry, don't you feel sorry...) Broken like a crooked smile A little hunched over but I walked that mile I've woken from a fuzzy dream
Mmmmm.... Hey little girl, when you grow up Don't make the same mistakes I did Learn to say no, I've had enough Then nothing and no one can harm you
If you go away On this summer day Then you might as well Take the sun away All the birds that flew In the summer sky When our love was new And our hearts
The madness of love And what we'll do for it Two walk through the fire And just go through with it To cancel your doubt And fly into the sun To go without
Lyrics: Is it the rain or is it the weather Am I insane to wanna keep it together Is it the moon that's affecting my brain Is it my prayers that never
It's so hard to be someone, it's so hard to be unkwown. In your heart you are to blame in your heart you play the game. Do you realize you pay the price
