I know this guy named Richard He's my red-necked friend He does everything the hard way You see, Rich don't like to bend He went out for a haircut Get
Baby, what's this cryin' all about? Come on and show me, I know we can work it out And lately I feel you holding something back from me You keepin' secrets
See that face, so bright and new He'll burn it down, that's what he'll do The man is mad, he lost his head He'll paint this whole town red, oh yeah Let
Look at me, it's hard to find I know you can see what's on my mind When my heart beats, it's two and four It's getting hard to leave, I keep wanting more
Soft wind blowing Her hair into my face Eyes still showing Look at shadows Dancing on the beach Still horizons All within our reach Sun still glowing
You never hear about it It's not the thing you talk over with friends You never see it coming until it begins But something stepped in-between us It'
, no, no, no, no) We don't like it We won't take it Yeah VOA, the voice of America VOA, the voice of America VOA, the voice of America VOA, the voice
Tao sozinho, tao sozinho Coitada da perereca dela E tao bela, e tao bela Coitado do meu passarinho Tao sozinho, tao sozinho A perereca quer voar Voa, voa
Übersetzung: Bacanos. You Want to Fly (Ballad).
Übersetzung: Sammy Hagar. Fly.
Übersetzung: Nascimento, Milton. Voa Bicho.
Übersetzung: Nascimento, Milton. Fly, Bug (Mit Maria Rita).
Übersetzung: Sam. Fly.
passarinho Tao sozinho, tao sozinho Coitada da perereca dela E tao bela, e tao bela Coitado do meu passarinho Tao sozinho, tao sozinho A perereca quer voar Voa, voa
: My! My! Time flies! One step and we're on the moon, next step into the stars My! My! Time flies! Maybe we could be there soon, a one way ticket to
: Je reve de ton corps eveilles mes envies mon unique tresor voyage au paradis tout pres de toi je suis en transe, oh non Viens, danses avec moi au
: Von Anfang an war unser Zeil so klar Weil es diesmal anders war Es war vielmehr als nur ein Gefuhl Geradeaus in eine bessre Welt Leben wie es uns gefallt
: You're all worms and mud, just a question of time Idealizing the past, old memory seems so beautiful But the decayed flowers have lost their colors
