hopin' he was out of your heart But he's still calling you Now, he's back and I'm blue Now, he's back and I'm blue Now, he's back and I'm blue
love's not supposed to happen this way Shades of blue covering you and turning your sunshine to rain I keep depending on you to carry me through and color my shades of blue
ترجمه: صحرای رز گروه. او برگشت و من آبی.
ترجمه: صحرای رز گروه. سایه آبی.
the upper room I was burned by the angels, sold wings of lead Then I fell in the roses and sweet salvation of Maria's bed I been out in the desert yeah
you're better New York is cold, but I like where I'm living There's music on Clinton street all through the evening I hear that your building Your house deep in the desert
you're better New York is cold, but I like where I'm living There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening. Tell me, you're building your house deep in the desert
Well, I wandered alone through a desert of stone And I dreamt of my future wife My sword's in my hand and I'm next in command In this version of death
1- Like a wish tossed in a fountain Roses in a desert plain Only you could make it happen If you could be near again 2- Time is not the same without you
man of the quitting kind but I never felt so blue As I sat there gazing at that stiff and studying what I'd do Then I rose and I kicked off the husky
my LSD Someone's perfect daughter Roses are red Yellow and white Where have you been all my life Violets are blue And I'll be too If you leave 'Cause I just met you Roses
Hand in mine, into your icy blues And then I'd say to you, we could take to the highway With this trunk of ammunition too I'd end my days with you in
better New York is cold but I like where I'm living There's music on Clinton street all through the evening I hear that you're building your little house Deep in the desert
See the color of roses sail across America I couldn't wait to find you I'm looking for a miracle and somewhere out of the blue In the heart of getting
, I shall smile and arise, and see someone I used to know sleeping; in her room in her bed in her body I was in Paradise." I am awake in the sound of roses
save ourselves. To breathe is not enough. Yes sir, I Will. When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed, Blue and white normally, but strange
a dying art as far as I can see Oh, sentimental me Fist up in the air, mine used to be up there You only give yourself away So paint your roses black and blue
better New York is cold, but I like where I'm living There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening. I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert
