Текст (слова) песни: Brooke Jonatha - Paris

L`Allemand used to visit me in Paris, in Paris
I remember the men, I remember the houses in Paris
His station nearby, I was his afternoons
We didn`t mind, we shared everything, everything, in Paris
And he`d come in looking for comfort
Leave again looking to the left and the right...
Did we see too much, say too little
Stepping over every dark thing, would it all be true tommorrow
But, he loves me
Framing his face with my hands in the doorway,
I try to decipher the friend from the foe in his eyes
A man`s skin will be blown back with time and confusion
`Til it gathers by his ears, in the same human shallows
Like sand at the sea...
Did he hear too much, say too little
Could any year recover what we lost in these
With the hum of the war in the run of the day
I walk with my head held high and naked in the sun
Claiming these streets for myself
I walk with my head held high and naked in the sun
Claiming these streets for myself, again
I am the unchanging narrative, I don`t resolve neatly
And I am the unchained melody, the current of the need to survive
And I go on looking for comfort
I can no longer see to the left or the right...
But I walk with my head held high and naked in the sun
Claiming these streets for myself
I walk with my head held high and naked in the sun
Claiming these streets for myself
I walk with my head held high and naked in the sun
Claiming these streets for myself
I walk with my head held high and naked in the sun
Claiming these streets for myself

Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям:

Прямая ссылка на текст песни Paris:
http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/48542.html


Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Brooke Jonatha - Paris L`Allemand used to visit me in Paris, in Paris I remember the men, I remember the houses in Paris His station nearby, I was his afternoons We didn`t mind, we shared everything, everything, in Paris And he`d come in looking for comfort Leave again looking to the left and the right... Did we see too much, say too little Stepping over every dark thing, would it all be true tommorrow But, he loves me Framing his face with my hands in the doorway, I try to decipher the friend from the foe in his eyes A man`s skin will be blown back with time and confusion `Til it gathers by his ears, in the same human shallows Like sand at the sea... Did he hear too much, say too little Could any year recover what we lost in these With the hum of the war in the run of the day I walk with my head held high and naked in the sun Claiming these streets for myself I walk with my head held high and naked in the sun Claiming these streets for myself, again I am the unchanging narrative, I don`t resolve neatly And I am the unchained melody, the current of the need to survive And I go on looking for comfort I can no longer see to the left or the right... But I walk with my head held high and naked in the sun Claiming these streets for myself I walk with my head held high and naked in the sun Claiming these streets for myself I walk with my head held high and naked in the sun Claiming these streets for myself I walk with my head held high and naked in the sun Claiming these streets for myself Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Paris: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/48542.html Все тексты песен: Brooke Jonatha » Brooke Jonatha - Nothing Sacred » Brooke Jonatha - Blood From A Stone » Brooke Jonatha - Paris » Brooke Jonatha - Charming » Brooke Jonatha - Nothing Sacred » Brooke Jonatha - Blood From A Stone » Brooke Jonatha - Inconsolable » Brooke Jonatha - West Point » Brooke Jonatha - War » Brooke Jonatha - Made Of Gold » Brooke Jonatha - War » Brooke Jonatha - Charming » Brooke Jonatha - West Point » Brooke Jonatha - Nothing Sacred » Brooke Jonatha - Inconsolable » Brooke Jonatha - No Better » Brooke Jonatha - Inconsolable » Brooke Jonatha - War » Brooke Jonatha - Made Of Gold » Brooke Jonatha - Paris Рекомендуем скачать: » Шуфутинский Михаил - Таганка » Шуфутинский Михаил - Поседевшая любовь моя » Шуфутинский Михаил - Измена » Шуфутинский Михаил - Перышки » Шухрат Хусаинов, Зинур Миналиев - Посвящение бардсплаву » Шухрат Хусаинов - Все то, что со мной творится... » Шухрат Хусаинов - Сердце Мастера » Шухрат Хусаинов - Аптекарь » Шухрат Хусаинов - Мне было восемнадцать » Шухрат Хусаинов - Поверь мне, что я бы не смог умереть... » Шystein Sunde - Liten Og GrшNn » Шухрат Хусаинов - Бессонница » Шухрат Хусаинов - Мы пылали где-то, в чьем-то костре... » Шао? Бао! Легион - Не верь » Штар - Сто огней » Шура, Shura - Твори добро » Шура - Порушка-Пораня » ШеFF - Я уважаю » Шамиль Абряров - Медленный день » Шура - День за окном
© 2007-2025 «MusWorld.ru»