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Die Goldene 5

Traduzione: Il Golden 5. Little Nightingale (cantando 'Il canto Again).

(Lyrics: Gold / Music: Gold-Rusczcynski) When you feel so far away Though you're close to everything And the feeling of estrangement's Creeping up on

Back porch preacher preaching at me Acting like he wrote the golden rules Shaking his fist and speeching at me Shouting from his soap box like a fool

Had a dream about you baby, had a dream about me and you Had a dream and woke up crying Well I can roll but I just can't rock And the time's going by

There must be lights burning brighter somewhere Got to be birds flying higher in a sky more blue If I can dream of a better land Where all my brothers

As the snow flies On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' A poor little baby child is born In the ghetto And his mama cries 'cause if there's one thing that

pages of my mind Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine Quiet thought come floating down And settle softly to the ground Like golden autumn

Now, I'm a U.S. Male 'cause I was born In a Mississippi town on a Sunday morn Now Mississippi just happens to occupy a place In the southeastern portion

We're caught in a trap I can't walk out Because I love you too much baby Why can't you see What you're doing to me When you don't believe a word I say