(Gold-Lloyd-Echolette) Though this place is so crowded You feel so alone 'cause you're eye to eye with him And you know he will take you He's got nothing
win Desperados in love won't kill this sweet dove For nuggets of fleeting bliss C'mon, c'mon you can't escape The bleeding bullet of a kiss Here comes that golden feeling
Traduction: Alphaville. Sensation d'or.
