igen Radion spelar var sang Stockholm ligger de och varlden haller andan (Vilken farg har sjalen) Snurrar min jord igen...? For allt vi dromde en gang Allt som du gor blir till parlor
번역: 켄트. 염주.
There is a woman in Somalia Scraping for pearls by the roadside There is a force stronger than nature Keeps her will alive That is how she lives her
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train And I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained It rode us
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She is a pyramid But with him she's just a grain of sand This love's too strong like my cement Squeezing out the life that should be let in She was a
There is a woman in Somalia Scraping for pearls on the roadside There's a force stronger than nature Keeps her will alive This is how she's dying She
Every living thing on this earth has a heart Every little thing that I am, so you are And if you look in my eyes You will see we are souls alike We are
Oh, people let me tell you No matter how far I travel No matter how far I roam There's no other girl in the whole wide world Sweet as the girl I, I got
Girl, I just know I love ya now Flowers and beads are one thing But having a girl is something That's if you got a girl who loves you And thinks the
First star I see tonight I wish I may, I wish I might Have the wish I wish tonight A banker's daughter or a runaway girl A little lady or a honky-tonk
Little Pearl she was this girl Thoughts and notions in a whirl This girl Pearl she was pretty quick Found a stick, filled it thick with Black sugar shit
Humility on Bleecker Street Exposed my faults until I'm left defeated It's been three years into this relationship This is longer than I ever could commit
Falling fast Raise your glass Fill your open sores While you last Wear your mask Wear it like it's real Like home These are my pearls Like home And
Baubles, bangles, hear how they jing, jinga-linga Baubles, bangles, bright shiny beads Sparkles, spangles, your heart will sing, singa-linga Wearin'
I reached the desert as the sun was rising On the day that you were passing through The caravan you travelled in was crowded I didn't like the people
Life's a strain, painful thing To be overcome We mark the nights by our triumphs Suffers everyone But hold them near Keep them dear Don't be ashamed
