Traduction: Sandy Denny. À la mémoire (Les tendres années).
Tomorrow night, will it be just another memory? Or just another lovely song thats in my heart to linger on? Your lips are so tender, your heart is beating
chance To love him pass you by Should I Tell him Tell him that the sun and moon Rise in his eyes Reach out to him And whisper Tender words so soft and
Brenda Russel I would be so willing to give you all I got You're a special lady, forget me not I could be so tender, for the likes of you Let my
& Brenda Russel I would be so willing to give you all I got You're a special lady, forget me not I could be so tender, for the likes of you Let my
cold nights No gas no lights, a ghetto low life So my flow twice as strong, from the memories I remember when my closest homies, turned to enemies See niggaz tend
you made me, keep my head on straight When I was talking suicide, you made me keep my infrared on safe Instead of me sleeping outside, you would open your home And tend
my way As a rich nigga and call it a day, I play with my K Cause it ain't no people where I stay Nothing but memories and blood stains of yesterday How
some flowers, they wouldn't last long, no one to tend them. it's funny how these things go, you were the answer to all the questions. The memories
selective memory I clean forgot how she walked all over me No no no - can't help myself in the end I'm just a man With my sentimental needs for your tender
You will shelter Me In the warmth of Your embrace For I long to keep the vision Of my childhood memories So that I will have a tender heart Even when
request for silence And you've washed your hands clean of this what part of our history's reinvented and under rug swept? what part of your memory is selective and tends
request for silence And you've washed your hands clean of this What part of our history's reinvented and under rug swept? What part of your memory is selective and tends
Cosi l?effluvio del desio tutta m'aggira, felice mi fa, felice me fa! Alcindoro Quel canto scurrile mi muove la bile! Me muove la bile! Musetta E tu che sai, che memori
you must understand You can't let the chance To love him pass you by Tell him Tell him that the sun and moon Rise in his eyes Reach out to him And whisper Tender
How sweet and happy seem, those days of which I dream Memory recalls them now and then And with what rapture sweet, my weary heart will beat If I could
know it blows right through me like a ball and chain. You know I can't believe we've lived so long and are still so far apart. The memory of you keeps