no yume no utakata yo Odori odore! Koyoi wa... hana ni you AGEHA no mai ENGLISH TRANSLATION A Serenade of Flowers and Butterflies Having bloomed in a
amore a prima vista ma guarito fu il paziente e se ne ando Ed infine lui, si porto dietro i suoi guai e gli odori che a nessuno augurerei voglia di andar
when it's time just pull the plug [Chorus:] i am a mess a poor example of the flawless invincible passed out on the floor tonight find me here never there a
We shared in my youth I'm so alone My head's my home And I feel So alone You know At last I return to serenity Now that I've taken you To a place far
mornings, you stay a little too long. And your eyes, they glow a little too much. Warning signs at last . I lost, and I cant save you now. Its a lie,
(Instrumental)
in a city of immigrants City of black City of white City of light City of innocents City of sweat City of tears City of prayers City of immigrants Livin' in a city
Would you mind if I pretended we were somewhere else, doing something we wanted to, 'Cause all this living makes me wanna do, is die because I can'
le tue mani e quel dolore ormai nn mi fa male piu ti devo dire grazie per l'amore che mi dai che pensavo di nn riprovare mai. (Grazie a wolpe81 per
Long road, Of premature decisions leaving me Cold, with only good intentions But it's you who takes my pain away You know it's you who keeps me wide
Superstitions arent meant for lovers Under covers, undiscovered is your skin I am lonely, please let me in Youre probably wondering what I was proving
And you pray for God to see But the only one you have to be Honest to is me You are a drug, I cannot quit you You are a drug, I'm still lonely with you
will be the night that I will fall for you Over again Don't make me change my mind Or I wont live to see another day I swear it's true Because a girl
von Serenade, eine Art von Lied zur Nacht. Ein Lied ohne Aggressionen, ohne laute Zeitkritik und ganz ohne Ambitionen, eine kleine Nachtmusik. Eine Art von Serenade
they're gonna boogaloo down Broadway and come back home with the loot It's midnight in Manhattan, this is no time to get cute It's a mad dog's promenade
to a place far from here No one will see us, watch the pain as it disappears No time for anger, no time for despair Won't you come with me there's a
they're gonna boogaloo down Broadway and come back home with the loot, It's midnight in Manhattan, this is no time to get cute, it's a mad dog's promenade
Is what I want, is what I want It's been a while since she had spoke to you And she passed some words, but then you passed a fire Memories flooding back