comes to something wild Oh that was the night, that was the night, oh that was the night I painted the sky, painted the sky, painted the sky
번역: 지미 버펫. 밤 하늘을 페인 티드.
it comes to something wild Oh that was the night That was the night Oh that was the night I painted the sky Painted the sky Painted the sky
ll always be together you and I. -- [Chorus] Together you and I can stop the rain and make the sun shine. Paint a pretty rainbow, brushed with love across the sky, Together you and I
, second time, your time will end No way, bang your dead, paint your silhouette Je te plumerai la tete, je te plumerai la tete Bang your dead, alouette, paint
me of losing my mind But I swore I was fine You paint me a blue sky and go back and turn it to rain And I lived in your chess game, but you changed
moonlight, painting the wings in pearl High above the clouds. high above the world Yes, I was on a night flight, lost in a different world I can see
three long nights Throughout time we've watched the sky And waited for the sun to come and save us Save us from the longest night For years I have been
Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free Dizzy with eternity Paint it with a skin of sky, brush in some clouds and sea Call it home for
thunder, the sky is crying Can't tell the tears from the rain Can't tell the tears from the rain Most my life I've been running Paint a portrait of
mountain) Paint the words across the sky (All across the sky) I can't live without you (You know I can't) I can love you through the day And all night
the money!) In the club on the late night, feelin' right Lookin' tryin' to spot somethin' real nice Lookin' for a little shorty I noticed So that I can take home, I
goes I wanna see your face, painted black Black as night, black as coal I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted
sky, where the moon the stars shine bright Where the sun is shining in the night I am in disgrace, yet I see your smiling face And I hope you let me share
He think I'm high, I'm in thinker mode Eyes low'd, I let the skies hold the thoughts The streets are like the high road that I go across (Kanye) I mean
sky blue, Tosca's eyes are black-night. Art, too, with it's many mysteries, blends all together such different beauties. But though I paint another,
we strolled on golden sand Two sweethearts and the summer wind Like painted kites Those days and nights went flying by The world was new beneath The blue umbrella sky
freedom? I'll be honest with you. I know a whole more about what freedom isn't than about what it is, cause I've never been free. I can only share my
