Where has my love gone? How can I go on? It seems dear love has gone away. Where is my spirit? I'm nowhere near it! Oh yes, my love...has gone astray
Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, And the first thing that I heard, Was a song outside my window, And the traffic wrote the words, It came ringing
They told me when I was little, I'd go to heaven if I was good. Now I'm a long way from little, 'Cause I tried to find heaven, 'Cause I thought that
You wore a dark, purple suit, with a tissue 'round your neck. Lonely, eating tomato soup, I knew I had to check. A broken ball of fruits, was lying
Old man, old man, Staring at young Miss Beautiful, Taking her home Every night, Loving her, holding her. Old man, old man, Everyday watching
Hi! I'm the red woman red, With the broken wooden leg, There are many red dresses Lying on my red, Old bed, And the oven is hot, So come and warm
He came with the breeze She told everyone, in the cold She would hold him and sing a song, Sweet little Anna, singing her sad, sad song, To her beautiful
Stephanie says, That she wants to know, Why she's given half her life To people she hates now. Stephanie says When answering the phone What country
WRITTEN BY TOM WAITS Well, I hope that I don't fall in love with you. 'Cause falling in love just makes me blue. When the music plays and you display
When you look into his eyes, You wish that no one could see him, Only you could be touched by him, And you could walk alone by his side, And if you
When you look into his eyes, You wish that no one could see him, Only you could be touched by him, And you could walk alone by his side, And if you want
翻訳: トリーニ、Emiliana. マーマン.
: ( Stevie Wonder ) Where has my love gone? How can I go on? It seems dear love has gone away. Where is my spirit? I'm nowhere near it! Oh yes, my love
: He came with the breeze She told everyone, in the cold She would hold him and sing a song, Sweet little Anna, singing her sad, sad song, To her beautiful
: ( Lou Reed ) Stephanie says, That she wants to know, Why she's given half her life To people she hates now. Stephanie says When answering the phone
: Old man, old man, Staring at young Miss Beautiful, Taking her home Every night, Loving her, holding her. Old man, old man, Everyday watching Miss
: ( Joni Mitchell ) Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, And the first thing that I heard, Was a song outside my window, And the traffic wrote the words
