D'abord la guitare, Monter les potars C'est l'heure de l'impro . Il est deja tard, Vingt - huit heures et quart, Fini le studio . Y'a des megots dans
La mer n'efface pas Les empreintes de pas Des enfants qui marchent sur la plage Elle les emporte pour faire des moules a gateaux Pour les mamans des
Debout les meres Debout les femmes Debout le ventre de la terre Il y a que vous les meres Que vous les femmes Pour arreter la guerre Fermer vos coeurs
. Tous ca c'est des cheques en bois L'amour ca s'achete pas . Refrain : On partiras dans mon ile On laisseras les voleurs On partiras loins des villes
(John Kongos) Would you follow me if I search for another life Would you walk with me through the dark and the hungry times If I said, "I'm gonna leave
Had to be No escape, no room for doubt No way out Seeing you, it was easy to decide Cut and dried Had to be Now we know why we exist Don't resist, don
We'll get some overhead lifters and four barrel quads oh yeah keep talking, wo keep talking a fuel injection cut-off and chrome plated rods oh yeah we
Превод: Оливия Нютън Джон. Бихте ли ме.
Превод: Оливия Нютън Джон. Трябваше да бъде.
Превод: Оливия Нютън Джон. Бог Искате ли да.
: Had to be No escape, no room for doubt No way out Seeing you, it was easy to decide Cut and dried Had to be Now we know why we exist Don't resist,
: We'll get some overhead lifters and four barrel quads oh yeah keep talking, wo keep talking a fuel injection cut-off and chrome plated rods oh yeah
