Paroles:
David Bowie Station To Station

It's a god-awful small affair To the girl with the mousy hair But her mummy is yelling "No" And her daddy has told her to go But her friend is nowhere

Oh, yeah Mmm Still don't know what I was waitin' for And my time was runnin' wild A million dead end streets and Every time I thought I'd got it made

Love me, love me, love me, love me, say you do Let me fly away with you For my love is like the wind And wild is the wind, wild is the wind Give me more

Fame makes a man take things over Fame lets him lose, hard to swallow Fame puts you there where things are hollow Fame Fame, it's not your brain, it'

A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city Strung out on lasers and slash back plazas And ate all your razors while pullin' the waiters Talking bout Monroe

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, oh oh oh oh oh Ooh, up every evenin' 'bout half eight or nine I give my

In this age of grand illusion You walked into my life out of my dreams I don't need another change Still you forced away into my scheme of things You

this room overlooking the ocean Here are we One magical movement from Kether to Malkuth 1 There are you You drive like a demon from station to station

Traduction: David Bowie. Wild Is The Wind (Station To Station).