Fu?e tritt Gib ihm Kraft und sag: "Los spring" Schick ihn vor, er holt dich ein Du kannst sicher sein Es sucht nach Gold fur einen Ring Seine Stirn ist
seine Fe tritt Gib ihm Kraft und sag: "Los spring" Schick ihn vor, er holt dich ein Du kannst sicher sein Es sucht nach Gold fr einen Ring Seine Stirn
Plain gold ring on her finger she wore It was where everyone could see It belonged to someone, but not me On her hand she wore a plain gold ring Plain
the gold claddagh ring. "Johnny, oh Johnny the ring it is of gold And it's hands and fine heart, they are lovely to behold But if I had the ring for
s no hope for us turns these rings of gold to rust Plans we made just yesterday sands of time had chipped away Now they've crumbled into dust rings of gold
sail, by this you shall remember me Wear it, yours forever to deep To bind us beyond end of time, to thee I give a ring of gold
with you But this I can't deny I know that you can fly 'Cause I'm here On the ground without you Angel without wings Owner without things Sharpshooter Without rings
wears a plain golden ring Long as he wears a plain golden ring Long as he wears a plain golden ring Plain gold ring on his finger he wore Plain gold ring
crumbled into dust Love before was clean and pure Never more can I be sure You will not betray my trust Rings of gold have turned to rust Rings of gold
a symphony the "Pastorale". A jacket and hat...the only trace... Two gold rings... But never fades. A jacket and hat...the only trace Two gold rings
's no hope for us turns these rings of gold to rust Plans we made just yesterday sands of time had chipped away Now they've crumbled into dust rings of gold
hope for us Turns these rings of gold to rust Love before was clean and pure Never more can I be sure You will not betray my trust Rings of gold have
that plain gold ring Plain gold ring on his finger he wore Plain gold ring on his finger he wore Plain gold ring on his finger he wore Plain gold ring
I won't say a word as I turn every light down in this town you won't hear me coming not the sound of my feet running to take you down these New York winters
the "Pastorale". A jacket and hat...the only trace... Two gold rings... But never fades. A jacket and hat...the only trace Two gold rings... But never
翻訳: アンディM.スチュワート. ゴールドクラッダーのリング.
