you got rock and roll Hey little punk forget all that junk And celebrate summer with me Summer's not a bummer This is summer And it's now Summer is
Summer deep is in the hills again His lady is a lioness Winds of birds blow through the fields again Invaders from the true worlds A coat of grapes
Übersetzung: Marc Anthony. Satin Summer Nights.
Übersetzung: Marc Bolan und T. Rex. Celebrate Summer.
Übersetzung: Marc Bolan und T. Rex. Summer Deep.
: Inaspettatamente come pioggia d'estate Ora sei presenza indispensabile per me oltre quel profondo che il cielo di notte tu gia sei nel mio sguardo
Me preguntaba esta manana a donde fuiste despues de aquella equivocada decision si estaras tu como yo caido y triste por no saber interpretar al corazon
yo me he convertido en un octangulo por ti con la unica esperanza de encontrarte por ahi la adrenalina me contamina tienes un algo que me encanta y me
dark and blue You make 1000 pains look a few You can make all my dreams come true Chorus: When all I see is falling Summerrain and you You help me through
written on the wind I will find you Where the journey ends Love will let me in I will know your face I'll be home An' now my summer's over With winter
Conesuala, Lady tailor, Weaving deep beneath the sun, Making things for everything that run, run, Hermitized one you're my little summer maid, Orchard
you ran and told your mama You're a cry baby In the hall against the wall, you made it all so clear You're a cry baby Your love was like a summer
't you move close to me Take me in your arms and groove me Girl don't you ever miss a date With your Foxy Boy With each dawn men are history born A summer
Flowers blown on the wind at night Lovers' prayer brings heart strings tight My summer was blown to a winter's throne High, high, high Riding fast
seeds of deadly nightshade. Do diddle do diddle do Motion. Do diddle do diddle do. Mister Motion, he hated flowers, He hated Peter Pan and Desperate Dan and silver summer
his venom mildly sting And his knowledge twisted hair And his 1920's stare He lives beneath the roadway In a manner to his lair In summer he's a young
furnace of peat, He roars at the boars who massively sleep at his feet. Antelope head his beard skylark red Is tucked 'neath the good of his summer
The wind quartet howls softly My jeep hand strokes her necklace Crusted, crammed with old Etruscan gold. Her bird head torn with summer Inspects
