All in the golden afternoon full leisurely we glide For both our oars, with little skill, by little arms are plied While little hands make vain pretence
For especially in the month of June There's a wealth of happiness and romance All in the golden afternoon All in the golden afternoon The golden afternoon
(Lyrics: Lewis Carroll / Music: Bloss-Gold-Lloyd-Echolette) All in the golden afternoon full leisurely we glide For both our oars, with little skill
번역: Alphaville. 골든 오후에 모든.
cup? That's not what I would call real love What's in your red cup? What's in the red cup? [Verse 2:] So can you tell me why it looks like summer afternoons
believe us And I don't wanna share you [CHORUS] Years gone by and this creek's all dried Funny little things never work out Years gone by and this creek's all
come through and drink Bacardi Dark in the lex After that, Smoke weed in the park when it's wet I like to throw henium for all my niggas who died All
break it down for y'all It was just one of those days when I wanted to catch sunrays Fun to get blunted on a Sunday, afternoon Nigga babe got room,
confuse I've just gone solo Do you play solo? Ain't life a solo? What a wonderful way to live Traveling all over the world Why the fame and all the golden
for a beam to break through here A chain way vision, all bright and clear And they talk and they dance I was expecting something pure with a golden
sour Lonely as a cloud In the Golden State The coldest winter that I ever saw Was the summer that I spent The only substance is the fog And it hides all
Our story beings on a Sunday afternoon Just between Halfway Tree and Spanish Town Where a young boy, not yet the cock of the walk That he would soon become
to where would I stay All of the hopes All the visions and dreams Have just disappeared with the children's screams And all of the blue skies and all
because there's nothing more hypnotic than a trance Remembering the story like you do, the way you do You must have been waiting on the golden afternoon
into one He knows lightnin' kills the other She can't stand to watch his petals fall It's better when cascades become like us all Afternoon a golden