Beat my retreat, back home to you Beat my retreat, back home to you I'm burning all my bridges I'm burning all my bridges I'm burning all my bridges I
Oh, who will remember, oh, who will be sure And still feel the silence as close as before? And was there a season without any rain? Ah, never, oh, never
Every boy running and the little girl At the money took up in their hand Over the wall and down into the street Give your money to the hollerin' man Give
Night comes in, like some cool river How can there be, be another day? Take my hand, oh real companion And we'll dance, dance till we fade away Oh, the
I'm so tired of working every day Now the weekend's come I'm gonna throw my troubles away If you've got the cab fare, mister, you'll do all right I want
Traduction: Les Divins Secrets de la BO Ya-Ya Sisterhood. Richard Linda Thompson - Dimming Of The Day.
Traduction: Les Divins Secrets de la BO Ya-Ya Sisterhood. Gradation de la journée [richard Linda Thompson].
Like a bird on the wire, Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free. Like a worm on a hook, Like a knight from some old fashioned
