anything, everything You are the wind in my sail, baby You're everything I need You're my love and understanding You are the wind in my sail, baby
to you You are the wind in my sail, baby You're everything I need, you're my love and understanding You are the wind in my sail, baby, you know you are
翻訳: 音声. 私の帆の風.
home to you You are the wind in my sail, baby You're everything I need, you're my love and understanding You are the wind in my sail, baby, you know you
pretty It's a hot summer day and I feel good So I turned up some music and hit the neighborhood Spoke to the brothers, sweatin' the ladies I bumped into my
through some awful drive You occasionally cross my mind It's my hidden hope that you are still among them Well are you? Oh, you are the roots that sleep beneath my
through some awful drive you occasionally cross my mind it's my hidden hope that you are still among them well are you? Oh, you are the roots that sleep beneath my
you my merry young men, For you'll not see dry land again!'' ''oh, long may my lady look With a lantern in her hand Before she sees my bonny ship Come
Ark, I turn my cheek to unkind remarks There was two of everything but one of me And when the rains came tumbling down I held my breath and I stood my
it, live with it Move on it right now The world is sailing You must turn and face the bow The sting of loss is stinging Voice drowned by the wind La
she a widow will be And up spoke the cook of our gallant ship And a crazy old butcher was he He says I care much more for my pots and my pans Than
them are raised at my calling Where the apples are ripe or the rain is a-falling In ships of white vision I sail the horizon where three spinners stand
court of Ain I baked sweet pastries for the Quenn of Spain I hid my alchemy beneath the stone of lies Burned at the post my boiling brain Made craters of my
Oh, you slipped away from the harbor side In the mornin? bright and clear And your sails were filled with the risin? wind And you laughed for all to hear
sail, I wanna sail over the ocean I wanna talk to Best and Muhammad Ali I don't just use my fists, yeah I use my feet They got spirit, I got spirit Oh
was almost killed Buffaloes' thunder will never return Smoke signals rise and sail over the iron trail Prior to the sunset the tables will turn As long the winds
of her English shores The wind bickered in Satanic mill sails Eyes flickered in deep thickets of trees And mists clung tight in panic to vales When Brigantia spoke
to you, my merry young men For you'll not see dry land again" "Oh, long may my lady look With a lantern in her hand Before she sees my bonny ship Come
