: Mon gentil pecheur, Ramene tes filets Ton c?ur est ailleurs Ca ne mordra jamais L'amour empeche D'y voir clair Et tu es amoureux, La grande peche
Guitar sounds, the drums splash Our bowl is hot like a sauna We've looked around the playgrounds It's sucker fish and Piranhas Stuck in a tank Lost in
When he was young you'd not find him doing well in school. His mind would turn unto the waters. Always the focus of adolescent ridicule, He has no
Tonight I find it hard to sleep, each sound and squeak I hear keeps me staring at the ceiling. Oh, it's dark as night outside and I can't stand the quiet
You're in the back seat and you say to yourself Okay it doesn't matter anyway It's weeds pulling weeds and your blaming yourself Okay we're all indifferent
Between the darkness and the light As the stars fade out of sight I can hear his shiny boots fall on the sand With a basket at his side And the morning
(Au fond du temple Saint) from Les pA?cheurs de perles by Georges Bizet NADIR Au fond du temple saint ParA© de fleurs et d'or Une femme apparaA®t! Je
My feet, they are naked, my hands on my hips My eyes to the ocean, and open my lips Ee-ah, oh, los pescadores They come with a crash on the crest of
Old man Crow goes down to the river He's gonna fish himself a full day's work He's been fishing the same old pond nearly all his life He's got his name
When last I was a fisherman I'd watch the storms rise up from the sea And see it as a sign to me That the sea was still my mistress and teasing me for
Tace il mare nel mistero, piu non vende i suoi tesori, che cosa hai fatto, mio vecchio Pietro, in questo lungo inverno? Forse son le tue reti corrose
Getta le tue reti buona pesca ci sara e canta le tue canzoni che burrasca calmera pensa pensa al tuo bambino al saluto che ti mando e tua moglie sveglia
Between the darkness and the light. As the stars fade out of sight I can hear his shiny boots fall on the sand With a basket at his side. And the morning
I'm pedro the fisherman i fish by night and day unfortunately i live in bristol far far away and there aint no fish to be caught no fish to be caught
Tonight I find it hard to sleep each sound and squeak i hear keeps me staring at the ceiling Oh it's dark as night outside and i can't stand the quiet
Guitar sounds, the drums splash our bowl is hot like a sauna We've looked around the playgrounds its sucker fish and pirahnas Stuck in a tank Lost in
You're in the back seat and you say to yourself "It doesn't matter anyway" Weeds pulling weeds and you're blaming yourself "We're all indifferent in
