ترجمه: ریآ ، کریس. او جاوا تغییر همه چیز.
ترجمه: Patricia Kaas. خارج از باران (Guitare © اسلاید برق و کریس REA).
Rain, tears of joy, tears of pain Is this really me Standing here at the station The card said I mustn't be late I've never been late I've never really
Born and raised in wilderness Of suburban shops and schools How she tried and tried to be satisfied With a job on the typing pool She hated the smell
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Between the devil and the deep blue sea Everywhere I turn it's got a hold on me Between the devil and the deep blue sea Everywhere I run it won't let
I do not sleep tonight I might not ever The sins of the past have come See how they sit down together Outside my window Outside my door And I know the
A careless heart ain't no good to no-one I was going back my friends to see Of what became of my childhood daydreams Of all the things that used to be
At the first bell of the day They rise up from where they lay And look down with the promise in their hands A promise to get out This ain't what it's
I was lost in the deep and darkest night No direction, not a single hope in sight When I saw a fire burning brightly through The storm that raged above
: (Instrumental)
: Between the devil and the deep blue sea Everywhere I turn it's got a hold on me Between the devil and the deep blue sea Everywhere I run it won't let
: I do not sleep tonight I might not ever The sins of the past have come See how they sit down together Outside my window Outside my door And I know
: I was lost in the deep and darkest night No direction, not a single hope in sight When I saw a fire burning brightly through The storm that raged above
: At the first bell of the day They rise up from where they lay And look down with the promise in their hands A promise to get out This ain't what it
: A careless heart ain't no good to no-one I was going back my friends to see Of what became of my childhood daydreams Of all the things that used to
: Born and raised in wilderness Of suburban shops and schools How she tried and tried to be satisfied With a job on the typing pool She hated the smell
: Rain, tears of joy, tears of pain Is this really me Standing here at the station The card said I mustn't be late I've never been late I've never really