She?s addicted to her own pain She?s been listening to that song so many times Her tears, her only drink To herself she?s a stranger Restless girl You
There is poison in my wine There is cold snow in my shoes The are footprints on my window frame The dog is loose I scream but i can't hear a word I
I run along with my suspicion We are hand in hand smiling Kissing under trees and under stars Never let anybody into our house I married my suspicion
I?ve got pain in my body But I?m sure it will pass I?ve got pain in my body But I?m sure it will pass Now, my father died of a deadly disease And my
Winter skies I felt nice Went to dance You asked me for romance I fell down To the ground You said Don?t be afraid I?m here to stay Take my heart
The girl writes on the last page And the pencil is nearly dry There can't be no mistakes 'Cause these words will be final He's been waiting for a letter
She's tired Just speaking with her eyes Before she goes to bed Not up some long conservation Her feet's a bit cold Her smile a bit old Has not been
If i'm still the stones will cry If i'm still the trees will clap their hands If i'm still the mountains will roar If i'm still the ocean will whisper
You promised to give me a garden You promised to give me a song But the snow has killed all the flowers And the winter seems to be long It?s Christmas
A tiny ray of light is sneaking up from under water Maybe a lonely fisherman can notice it sometimes My guess is that the light is gonna before somebody
You hit the door with you head Searching for that which is good The bruises is part of the way You say it will give you a higher crown You hit the door
He is sure of his acts This time he will make it right Buys a ticket to the future Only happiness in sight Nothing is to stop him now But as the bus
Richard my little boy Bring back the memories Of how it was When i was young Richard my little boy Bring back the feeling Of how it was To sing a new
Will you say you recognize my voice Will you say you have enjoyed our conversations Will you say you recognize my voice Will you take my hand, will we
Too many days I wake up with an aching Too many days have been wasted like sand Too many hours have gone by without notice Too many times i?ve let go
I cry while i leave the house Pictures are staring at me And they call me a trader I bend my head and i take my bags My mother an father are sleeping
Traduzione: Solheim, Maria. Lady Of My Life.
Traduzione: Solheim, Maria. L'ultima pagina.