fils trop tot parti Et le cygne s?echappe Et le cygne vous suit Un mari qui la frappe Un fils trop tot parti Et le cygne s?echappe Et le cygne vous
roi de la Baviere A perdu sa compagne, hier Il replie son cou Sur les reflets flous De l'eau qui frissonne Il s'abandonne Et dans la pluie Un cygne
'ennemi Derriere mes lignes J'attends un signe De comparaison Je nourris l'ennemi Je partage mes ruines Je surveille ma ligne De flottaison Je n'attends qu'un cygne
Traduction: Lenorman Gérard. La Mort Du Cygne.
En une nuit Je m?evapore Mais je ne connais pas d?endroit Ne cherche pas asile Et replonge une fois Draguer le chant du cygne Draguer le chant du cygne
Wretched, look at me, I've lost it, melting on the table In parking lots and markets I cant help it, I love you like a starfish loves the salty water
Caro, grande genio Indiano dolce sognatore, quanto dolore c'era nel volo di Balaka. Uomo dalla barba bianca, quello che ci manca, l'hai scritto nel vento
Belli sono gli alberi nel loro autunno, nel bosco i sentieri sono asciutti, un cielo immobile si specchia nell'acqua quando viene il crepuscolo d'ottobre
This is my swan song. Whatever I do now, I do it well. This is my swan song. I fell in love with you, I love you well. And if the Lord provides the music
(Bowie) I bless you madly, sadly as I tie my shoes I love you badly, Just in time, at times, I guess Because of you I need to rest Because it's you
[Guitar solo from Pound For A Brown Fox Theater, San Diego, California December 12, 1981 FZ HENDRIX STRAT Ray White rhythm guitar Steve Vai stunt guitar
"Take me again," she said, thinking of him "To the pond with the swans and the swimming" Far from his room the familiar perfume How it felt to her when
?Take me again," she said, thinking of him ?To the pond with the swans and the swimming" Far from his room the familiar perfume How it left her aware