In amintirea clipelor cand hoinaream in anii '80
Oh, the night is my world, city light painted girl
In the day nothing matters, it's the night time that flatters
In the night, no control, through the wall something's breaking
Wearing white as you're walkin' down the street of my soul
You take my self, you take my self control
You got me livin' only for the night
Before the morning comes, the story's told
You take my self, you take my self control
Another night, another day goes by
I never stop myself to wonder why
You make me to forget to play my role
You take my self, you take my self control
I, I live among the creatures of the night
I haven't got the will to try and fight
Against a new tomorrow, so I guess I'll just believe it
That tomorrow never comes
A safe night, I'm living in the forest of my dream
I know the night is not as it would seem
I must believe in something, so I'll make myself believe it
That this night will never go
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, the night is my world, city light painted girl
In the day nothing matters, it's the night time that flatters
You take my self, you take my self control
You got me livin' only for the night
Before the morning comes, the story's told
You take my self, you take my self control
I, I live among the creatures of the night
I haven't got the will to try and fight
Against a new tomorrow, so I guess I'll just believe it
That tomorrow never knows
A safe night, I'm living in the forest of a dream
I know the night is not as it would seem
I must believe in something, so I'll make myself believe it
That this night will never go
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
You take my self, you take my self control
You take my self, you take my self control
You take my self, you take my self control...
Enjoy !
marți, 1 septembrie 2009
6 comentarii:
Cititorule, când scrii mesajul tău aici, nu uita de Legea Ecoului: "TOT ceea ce Strigi cu Trupul, Mintea sau Sufletul o sa-ţi vină înapoi."
Evită în postarea ta Supărarea, Mânia, Încrâncenarea sau Ura. Viaţa e grea şi fără ele. De ce sa ţi-o faci singur şi mai grea ?
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si eu imi aduc aminte de anii '80... au fost asa frumosi, mai ales ca la ora aia ma flenduream in voie prin univers :)
RăspundețiȘtergere@ D - ce faceai tu prin Univers atunci ? Aha, trageai cu ochiul la locuri si omi, si pana la urma ai spus: ia sa fac ceva sa ma intalnesc cu Spiridusl acela.
RăspundețiȘtergereIa uite ce smecher e :D
Frumos!
RăspundețiȘtergere@ Roxana Iordache - a fost o perioada cu multe melodii frumoase. Mi-a fost greu sa aleg intre ele.
RăspundețiȘtergeremelodii ca melodii dar ce de amintiri...si unde mai pui ca fiecare melodie are amintirea ei :)...o perioada de care imi aduc aminte cu placere, e adolescenta mea....oare chiar au trecut 25 de ani?
RăspundețiȘtergere@ April - daca stau si cuget adanc, stiu ca perioada a fost ieri.
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