Übersetzung: Roger Hodgson. Lovers In The Wind.
the weight of emptiness heavier than all the baggage of that bed sheet bound romance and the ghosts of all its habits hey lover you hate my guts hey lover
real The way she makes me feel I need her again She's like the wind I worry bout her Whenever I call My lover, my friend She's like the wind Snoop dogg
boyfriend (Wind for me) All the ladies in the club let me see you wind (Wind for me) Remix, sing it (Wind for me) TP3 Reloaded y'all (Wind for me) (Thanks
he's out of control He's back The man behind the mask And he crawled out of his hole You're swimmin' with your girl Out on lovers' lake And the wind blows
be your lover I want to be your human sacrifice I want to be your lover It's you or me Gotta be a kill or cure Maybe undergo a lover's operation Nothing
in hand. And we listened to music the ocean was playing, the words that our two hearts were saying, that only two lovers can hear. Let us ride on the wind
: Oh yeah. One, two, three, four. Ah... I never fell in love so easily. Where the four winds blow I carry on. I'd like to take you where my spirit
: I called your name out loud in the courtyard, The crystal I held was like an old friend The vines crawled the walls The wind held its breath But the
into overdrive Settin' my dial on the radio I wish my mother was still alive I see your lover-man comin' - comin' 'cross the barren field I see your lover
your best on the frontline Sing a little bit of these workingman's blues Well, I'm sailin' on back, ready for the long haul Tossed by the winds and the
I cannot be excused, The changes I was going through can't even be used, For the lies that I told her in hopes not to lose The could-be dream-lover of
When you took me into your arms and shook me To the core, oh yeah... Silent lover, secret lover, run for cover When my man's in town Silent lover, secret lover
earth was last night's bed I don't know where I'm going Only God knows where I've been I'm a devil on the run A six gun lover A candle in the wind
the ground, between the traffic and the traffic and the ordinary sounds I am thinking signs and seasons while a north wind blows through i watch as lovers
the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage Inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the D.J. plays Lonely-hearted lovers
beauty, but hey you're alright Oh and that's alright with me You can hide `neath your covers and study your pain Make crosses from your lovers, throw