Übersetzung: Doro. A White Shade Of Pale.
a tray And so it was that later As the miller told his tale That her face, at first just ghostly, Turned a whiter shade of pale Mmmmm,mmmmmm,mmmmmm
a tray And so it was that later As the Miller told his tale That her face, at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale She said there is
a tray And so it was that later as the miller told his tale that her face, at first just ghostly, turned a whiter shade of pale She said, 'There is no
a tray And so it was that later As the miller told his tale That her face at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale She said: "There is no
so it was that later, yeah As the miller told his tale That her face at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale She said there is no reason
full moon illuminates her skin deadly pale it shines reflecting at your grave beyond the shades of sun where pleasure's obsolete I stride into a cryptic
But what you left bleeding Destroyed a soulforsaken world And your deeds of sharp silver Decoyed a mindforsaken herd A duet of shadows, a duet of thoughts
silence Though I'm not quite in a shell I drink and listen to that song A whiter shade of pale Oh, a whiter shade of pale I was a good shade tree mechanic
: (A whiter shade of pale) di Garry Brooker / Keith Reid // Giulio Rapetti (Mogol) Ed. Aromando / City Records / Onward Music Ltd. Album: 1968 - Il
Black sail in a pale yellow sky And just as before in a moment, It was gone where the grey gulls fly If it happens again I shall worry That only a strange
the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale When my mom and dad were in their teens and anarchy was still a dream and the only way to stay in touch was a
a punk rocker with flowers in my hair When pop-stars still remained a myth And ignorance could still be bliss And when God Saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
eyes were open They might just as well been closed (*repeat) A whiter shade of pale Turned a whiter shade of pale A whiter shade of pale
brought a tray. And so it was that later, As the miller told his tale, That her face at first just ghostly, Turned a whiter shade of pale. She said
tray And so it was that later, yeah As the miller told his tale That her face at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale She said there is
a tray And so it was that later As the miller told his tale That her face, at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale She said there is no