Текстове на песни: John Mellencamp. Sweet Evening Breeze.
I was loud and a little sad
She was visiting from Atlanta, Georgia
She had come to spend the summer with her dad
I thought she was very pretty
We would kiss and hold hands
Every night by the football field
Her body was tan
From the afternoons by the public swimming pool
Sweet evening breeze
Blows around my thoughts and memories
As I lie here today and drink my tea
I can still see sweet evening breeze
I saw her in a coffee shop
In a big hotel down in Austin, Texas
She had cut her long hair off
And replaced it with blue eyes of sadness
Still acted like we were kids
And she told me that she had to marry
And she asked me if I did still remember
Sweet evening breeze
Blows around my thoughts and memories
As I lie here today and drink my tea
I can still see sweet evening breeze
How redundant the future can be
These days of old are very, very ridiculous for me to see
When I think about the real gone stories
And how time holds the winning hand
I can tell by the lines on our faces
And the young can't understand
That they look at me when they look at themselves
Oh, sweet evening breeze
Blows around my thoughts and memories
As I lie here today and drink my tea
I can still see sweet evening breeze
She was visiting from Atlanta, Georgia
She had come to spend the summer with her dad
I thought she was very pretty
We would kiss and hold hands
Every night by the football field
Her body was tan
From the afternoons by the public swimming pool
Sweet evening breeze
Blows around my thoughts and memories
As I lie here today and drink my tea
I can still see sweet evening breeze
I saw her in a coffee shop
In a big hotel down in Austin, Texas
She had cut her long hair off
And replaced it with blue eyes of sadness
Still acted like we were kids
And she told me that she had to marry
And she asked me if I did still remember
Sweet evening breeze
Blows around my thoughts and memories
As I lie here today and drink my tea
I can still see sweet evening breeze
How redundant the future can be
These days of old are very, very ridiculous for me to see
When I think about the real gone stories
And how time holds the winning hand
I can tell by the lines on our faces
And the young can't understand
That they look at me when they look at themselves
Oh, sweet evening breeze
Blows around my thoughts and memories
As I lie here today and drink my tea
I can still see sweet evening breeze
Mellencamp, John
Mellencamp, John
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