Превод: Джон Фрушанте. Блус кожата.
Превод: Джон Hiatt. The Crush.
Превод: John Bosco. Памет на кожата.
Do you pray to someone new When you're locked up in the rock Is the golden age dead and gone Are the hands stuck on the clock Can you talk to Buddy's
Don't believe the mirror Cause mirrors sometimes lie If you wanna see the way you look to me look into my eyes you are beautiful to me from without and
S I, travellin, handlin with a forty-five cannon It's tucked in my Marc Buchanan Extra clips and shells in the lambskin Two deep by Pelle Pelle Westside
be doin' like, just beats for local acts just to try to keep the lights on, and then to go out and buy get a Pelle Pelle off lay-away, get some Jordans
my Michelin S I, travellin, handlin with a forty-five cannon It's tucked in my Marc Buchanan Extra clips and shells in the lambskin Two deep by Pelle Pelle
: Do you pray to someone new When you're locked up in the rock Is the golden age dead and gone Are the hands stuck on the clock Can you talk to Buddy
: She's a real ball-buster, don't trust her She's in a most peculiar phase You can rear end her oh it'll send her She wants you, she'll have you her
: You win again, you gypsy heart I count the days that we're apart I sleep alone when you're away No sense in saying I wish you'd stay It's all the same
: The weather man he looks confused Shakes his fist at the sky like you used to do But you don't remember things like that do you The balance was uneven
: Well I'm running away From this house on the hill There's a devil inside sitting on the window sill And it's a wild Friday night And I'm all on my
: You say that all you want are the simple things Long walks on lonely beaches, guitars with nylon strings But underneath you'd rather leap through a
: Here am I, standing by To see if you still love me Why conceal, you still feel The need to push and shove me Take love for better, take love for worse
: Nobody left in the airport lounge They cleaned the ashtrays TV's just wound down I've got to wait till morning I've got to last the night I've only
: Without you I no longer swim upstream Where are you when I try to fill the spaces in between The red letter days and all the pain And while I remain
: Well I'm work shy, I'm wild-eyed So shut that door when the baby cries And keep me well fed, give me warm bread Lay my body on a feather bed And spoil