the angals flit my face from this planet, they?ll ask me where my heart is and I?ll say, She has it? She has it? (Grazie a Jane Felton per questo
'Cause we belong in two thousand and eight The best year of my life without debate Oh wait And in an age while learning your ways Who would have planned
If that's alright with you, I'll pack my bags and be on my way. And still if that's not alright with you - Speak now 'cause I'm on my way round To
She's crossing out the details And dusting off the picture frames, it's Saturday She's been waiting for the phone to ring She's been waiting all night
We met in a field of yellow daisies Wild and young and free And she picked a bouquet for me She loved me...she loved me not The daisies didn't
Превод: Кевин Дивайн. Тази клетка е празна.
Превод: Том Джоунс. Поле от маргаритки Yellow.