(Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede) I'm missing my friend I'm missing her again And I don't know why Why Is The Sky Blue Blue Blue Blue Blue
Traduzione: Il Nits. Blue.
Bleached by the sun And scorned by the moon If I make it 'til tomorrow noon I'm leaving 'Tween the horror of space And the terror of time My heart in
Araca Azul e sonho-segredo Nao e segredo Araca Azul fica sendo O nome mais belo do medo Com fe em Deus Eu nao vou morrer tao cedo Araca Azul e brinquedo
somebody t' watch over me All my blue moon nights I want a girl to take me by the hand Follow me right down the line Hold me gently while we dance All my blue
Yes blue must be the color of the blues. There's a rainbow over head With more blue than gold and red Blue must be the color angels choose And the blue
And the blue look that you wore When you left to return no more Blue must be the color of the blues Blue days come and blue days go How I feel nobody
kind of music from somewhere else close by and he followed the trail of those new notes till he found himself outside the notes led him to a blues bar
Ich sitz schon seit 'ner stunde ziemlich dumm, allein am meinem kneipentisch herum. Ich trinke schnell obwohl ich's nicht vertrag, weil ich weder volle
Nights in white satin never reaching the end Letters I've written never meaning to send Beauty I'd always missed with these eyes before Just what the
Bleached by the sun and scorched by the moon If I make it 'til tomorrow noon, I'm leaving 'Tween the horror of space and the terror of time My heart in
believe him Knows every song that Christmas got Even ones my brain has dropped Just him and that old fir tree All lit up this night Electric blue Just
Yes, blue must be the color of the blues There's a rainbow overhead With more blue than gold or red Blue must be the color angels choose And the blue
(Justin Hayward) Pain, sorrow, tears long, lonely years with love having passed me by I could live a lie for you but truth is the road I choose knowing
up, or spill over As it pleases. This power is stripped from me. So I'm listening for you to speak to me, Of Green Days and Blue Nights, or at least nothing
Walked you to the corner, we stood beside the bus And the tears rolled down our faces as the driver stared at us Typical summer, that time of year When
I wait 6 years, I wait 6 nights Wind this rope, a second chance (I'll wait) I call your name like in a trance (I'll wait) I will run to you, I will die
