Crashes into sand It lingers in the last sunlight And holds onto every strand I'm as still as boats on land Sitting next to you Breathing in a foreign
번역: 윌리엄스, 캐서린. 외국인 스카 이즈.
Blue skies Smiling at me Nothing but Blue skies Do i see Bluebirds Singing a song Nothing but Bluebirds All day long Never saw the sun Shining so bright
Picture me ballin' in the drop top, open skies In something foreign, soarin', 145 The God is calling for my body, let my spirit fly I want it all, no
The fans were whirlin' Like the blades of a 'copter Liftin' into the skies above some foreign land Soaked with the bodies of so many friends Johnny waved
atmosphere Yo, for now, we on the run, yo, if that ain't clear Weak niggas wanna stick you but that ain't fair You we down in Vegas, money, skies too
[Jay-Z] Picture me ballin' in the drop top, open skies In something foreign, soarin', 145 The God is calling for my body, let my spirit fly I want
any team or solo You must be buggin' out, new to my shit, home on a furlough Ask around, who's laid up, sharp and straight up Mafioso, gettin' niggaz wigs sprayed up Skies
but to believe And suddenly all of it's behind you And I'm here to remind you That yesterday is gone so say goodbye And suddenly the skies open above
but to believe And suddenly all of it?s behind you And I?m here to remind you That yesterday is gone so say goodbye And suddenly the skies open above
a ship lies rigged and ready in the harbor Tomorrow for old England she sails Far away from your land of endless sunshine To my land full of rainy skies
Foreign skies Blinded me to empty charms I crossed the ocean Fell into your arms So sure, so wrong You sang me a simple tune I took if for a song Say
She loves men that can afford, yeah She wants to live fancy Trips to Monaco, designer names from head to toe Live fancy On planes that fly clear across the roaming skies
to sail the skies. All things are in colours, Tunes of different age Softer message from life's flower, Hills of long gone yesterdays. Distant hands in foreign
of your skin and some foreign flowers Tied to a brick Sweet as a song The years have been short but the days were long. Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies
in the pocket Little did I know that he had a heavy load I found I was walking grierson's dockyards Where the only thing working was the foreign film