Postcards from Italy
The times we had
Oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow
Were not all bad
We put our feet just where they had
Had to go
Never to go
The shattered soul
Following close but nearly twice as slow
Were my good times
There were always golden rocks to throw
At those who
Those who admit defeat too late
Those were our times
Those were our times
And I will love to see that day
That day is mine
When she will marry me
Outside with the willow trees
And playing songs in May
What made me so
And I would love to see that day
The day was mine
Postcards from Italy - BEIRUT
Gulag Orkestar (2006)
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roger -
My mind is full bursting over
With all these things I cant remember
Every little single memory reminds me of you
My eyes were weary with all these tears
You left your shadow in my dreams
And all my doubts seem to disappear when you came along
Flowers melting up into the sky
Hear my heart where our love colides
We hear the songs we found in the times we lost our way
Gentle memories replace our tears
All the love we had is still right here
We hear the songs we found in the time we lost our way
From without words can not describe
What caused the stars to fall deep inside
Every little single memory reminds me of you
Our days are gone lost forever
Reflecting light glistening under water
Naturally this could be everything that seems so unreal
Flowers melting up into the sky
Hear my heart where our love colides
We hear the songs we found in the time we lost our way
Gentle memories replace our tears
All the love we had is still right here
We hear the songs we found in the time we lost our way
Flowers melting up into the sky
Hear my heart where our love colides
We hear the songs we found in the time we lost our way
Gentle memories replace our tears
All the love we had is still right here
We hear the songs we found in the time we lost our wa
ines_yining -
besos
Ganmao le -
Cabrones os vais a ver en Beijing y yo no estoy. Envidia!!
El jueves llegan David y Oscar, puede ser tremendo.
Un beso
Por cierto, wo ganmao le pero de cojones. Mocos, tos, malestar general. Un desastre, pero ahi sigo, al pie del canyon.