not running I'm not hiding I'm not reaching I'm just resting in the arms of the great wide open Gonna pull my soul in And I'm almost home I saw you
Übersetzung: Beth Nielsen Chapman. Almost Home.
: You remind me of a place and time I've been before A new perspective on what took place and what's in store You remind me of the silence that underpins
: I'm sick of arguments and trying the second guess The little things that are going trough your mind I mind my own business, I sit back and take a rest
: Today the sun is shinning just for me, I don't know why But I can feel something inside, there's nothing I will hide Everything seems easy, I can play
: Tu mirada habla no quiero callarla Me cuenta verdades, me invita a volar Tu donde has estado, de donde has salido? Quizas te conozca de otro lugar
down on my knees beggin' you To come back home soon, soon To come back home soon... Maybe I'm not like you thought Maybe I'm the one who should found my own way home
: Those who are mothers Now I understand you, I can love you even more Words they are not enough How can I explain the feeling that you know But if
I'm always free So please take a look at yourself, leave me alone I can make my own way and find My own way home....my own way home...my own way home
: Like a child trying to find the answer to this life I'm still asking questions, I'm still wondering why We should be trying, loving, dreaming peacefully
: A veces soy tormenta de verano A veces dejo todo mi mundo en sus manos Y a veces soledad A veces soy rio anhelando su mar A veces sonrio olvidando
: Everything is gone and I know it Don't you worry I understand I will pretend that I'm happy Then you won't come back again But tell me that was real
: I am by your side everything is all right Don't worry... 'Cause I know we'll be fine I know we'll sort it out This time 'Cause I'm here to dry your
She hangs around the boulevard She's a local girl with local scars She got home late, she got home late She drank so hard the bottle ached And she tried
Oh Rustin Man I can't deny this is you again Little I know but how the hold is holding you Let's all decide the shame Many more were left to stay Many
Übersetzung: Gibbons, Beth. Rustin Man.
