If I have weaknesses don't let them blind me Or camouflage all I am wary of I could be sailing in seizures of laughter Or crawling out from under the
After all these implements and text designed by intellects So vexed to find evidently there's just so much that hides And though the saints of us divine
If I have weaknesses Don't let them blind me Or camouflage all I am wary of I could be sailing in seizures of laughter Or crawling out from under the
翻訳: サイモン、ポール. セインツオブリズム.
翻訳: すね. セントサイモン.
翻訳: サイモン＆ガーファンクル. セインツオブリズム.
les yeux Moi qui l'aimais tant, Je le trouvais le plus beau de Saint-Jean, Je restais grisee Sans volonte Sous ses baisers. 3 - Mais helas, a Saint
Ooh, little sleepy boy Do you know what time it is? Well, the hour of your bedtime's long been past And though I know you're fightin' it I can tell when
know We're all on a track and there's no way back Yeah here's Simon the Ghost From the past we all know Not a glorious time And yeah here's Simon the
Though folks with good intentions Tell me to save my tears Well, I'm so mad about him I can't live without him Never treats me sweet and gentle The way
Strange times in Portland, Maine Lobsters dancing on the dock Switzerland's been wierd since they unplugged the clocks Man and a woman living in Brooklyn
My baby never treats me Sweet and gentle The way he should I got it bad and that ain't good No, that ain't good My poor heart is sentimental Not made
, yes So crazy outrageous Simply unstoppable, fresh I think I should remind 'em I'm about to clean up like a Dyson 'Cause I just say how it is like Simon
