Übersetzung: Die Sylvers. Zippora.
: Sylvie Ou sont tes plaisirs Et tes rires d'enfant Sylvie Ou sont tes desirs De mordre a belles dents La vie Eveillant tes jeunes printemps A l'aube
: Tipiti-tipiti-tipiti-tipiti-tipiti-tipiti uah! Amami, amami, stringimi, gonfiami amami, sventami, stracciami, applicami stringimi dammi l'ebbrezza
: Sylvia is missing - Dark stars tattooed Across her face... Tiny bruises Black & blue The dedication on her arm Reads "LOVE & HATE" Yea yea Passing
: Lei e come un angelo che cosa vuoi piu di cosi tutti te lo dicono che lei per te e giusta si Lei che mai ti esaspera quant'e ne ha di qualita lei
: You look just like Sylvia: Well you look like her to me - The way she wore her hair then. Oh, he way she used to be. I've not seen her for a long time
: Le pere de Sylvia dit Qu'elle n'a pas un seul instant Pour me repondre au telephone, Que Sylvia est pressee Et que je perds mon temps Et qu'elle n
me. Fino a ieri era tra di loro e tra loro che trovavi Sylvie Oh Sylvie Sylvie la scena e la stessa ma tu non sei qui. Oh Sylvie Sylvie perche questa
fuhr sie einen Polizisten um Sie ist zu dumm, viel zu dumm doch sie wei?, da? sie keine Chancen hat zu dumm, viel zu dumm... ..oh Sylvia Keine Chance fur Sylvia
Sittin' in a restaraunt and she walked by I seem to recall that certain look in your eye I said, "Who is that?" you said with a smile "Oh it's nobody,
spark in my heart, now you are gone Mmm, hmm, Sylvia I gently miss Sylvia I'm crazy 'bout ya, Sylvia You know I love my little Sylvia
I, I, I, I, I Hey, baby, let me stay I don't care what your friends are about to say, ah-ah What you friends all say is fine But it can't compete with
I serve you wild and full of grace, you see it written on her face You know they lock her door from the outside A subtle smile you couldn't place 'cause
a warning To give my heart a shape Who is she? Who is Sylvia? You tell yourself that somewhere Someone will forgive you Who is she? Who is Sylvia? She
Sweet bleak bliss of these pale mists pass... and i watch in trance how this weather's wind howls between the trees... and how these last signs of light
for sure And neither one remain I don't need an answer I prefer to read between the lines Back when Ted loved Sylvia Back when Ted loved Sylvia
She left me in the middle of the night In the middle of a fight She left me in the middle of the night In the middle of a fight She left me in the middle
It could be when I'm dreaming It could be on the streets of L.A. It could be on a Monday morning On a daylight train It could happen when I'm lonely