yellow candle light. In summer quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day, To go to bed by day, To go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see
번역: 어린이 가사. 여름 침대.
disease And you don't know why Why your children die And you won't know why On winds of death I ride Now summer has come over the city Midday heat is
Summer skies are gone for ever Nothing left but to remember Morning leaves a bed of echoes Tears of blood in weeping meadows Can you see me, can you
talked to himself This silence of tongues, it was building Then one morning's wake The bed, it was bare And I's left alone with three children The summer
talked to himself This silence of tongues it was building Then one morning's wake, the bed it was bare And I's left alone with three children The summer
re alone in your bed Tell me the thoughts that surround you I want to look inside your head I remember the back streets of Naples Two children begging
I wandered in time, till I found myself thinking Of young children playing at the dawning of spring They sang merry songs, like the wind in the willows
corn was dry when daddy took to drinking Him and Sally Walker they up and they ran away Then Mama shed a silent tear and then she promised fourteen children
every tear that falls on a memory feels Like rain on a rusted plow, rain on a rusted plow And these fields they dream of wheat in the summer time Grand children
the apple trees Toy soldiers drunk on warm lemonade And the children dream of glory and fortunes of war They're safe in bed with stories And fortunes
for you Change your faces slowly 'Til the morning warms the sky All you see is holy But to be reborn all has to die Children of past summers We are
JOHN:"Can you really fly?" PETER:"I'll teach you." PETER and CHILDREN: I'm flying (Flying, flying, flying) Look at me way up high, Suddenly here am
They return her to her room And inside her mind She is running She is running in the summer wind Inside her mind She is running in the summer wind Like
one each breath I came nearer To my silly and shining end VI All long summer long Under the fly-dance and the thumbthick twilight The thought of you smiling And laughing with children
dry and the weeds were high When daddy took to drinking Then him and Lucy Walker they took up and ran away Mama cried a tear and then she promised fourteen children
you ought to see my bed She gives an order to the staff Looks up for the photograph It's hard to know if you should laugh or cry When you got broken children
I see the candle light burning in your eyes, flareing up my eyes in flames On this pitch-black summer night... of passion and pain The razor caressed