Amy Macdonald - The road to home
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Oh the leaves are falling from the treesAnd the snow is coming, don t you know?
But i’ll still remember which way to go
I m on the road, the road to home
Oh the sound is fading in my ears
And I can’t believe i ve lasted all these years
But i ll still remember which way to go
I m on the road, the road to home
Oh the light is fading all the time
And this life I m in it seems to pass me by
But I ll still remember which way to go
I m on the road, the road to home
Now I must say good bye
Keep telling myself now don’t you cry
But i m here where I belong
I ll see you soon, it won t be long
I ll see you soon, it won t be long
I ll see you soon, it won t be long
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
Piekarnia
Z niejednego się pieca chleb jadło,
Ciepłe buły trafiają się częściej, niż chcę
A z pozoru te duże rogale
Kryją swój zakalec.
Są tez słodkie pączusie, aż
rzygać się chce ! Najpierw bardzo
smakują, a potem – ach.... NIE !
lekkostrawne suchary ratują znów mnie
Ale one są mdłe ...
Ref.:
Każdy gach, inny smak
Co dzień inną chętkę mam
Gryza dam,...
Ciepłe buły trafiają się częściej, niż chcę
A z pozoru te duże rogale
Kryją swój zakalec.
Są tez słodkie pączusie, aż
rzygać się chce ! Najpierw bardzo
smakują, a potem – ach.... NIE !
lekkostrawne suchary ratują znów mnie
Ale one są mdłe ...
Ref.:
Każdy gach, inny smak
Co dzień inną chętkę mam
Gryza dam,...
Heat dies down
I can just imagine you and me
Running out of steam
Going through the motions
I have no idea how you know
When I dip my toes
In other people s oceans
You have local knowledge
Of the local area
And that impressed me quite
So I tried that night
We did things I thought you d like
But that just...
Running out of steam
Going through the motions
I have no idea how you know
When I dip my toes
In other people s oceans
You have local knowledge
Of the local area
And that impressed me quite
So I tried that night
We did things I thought you d like
But that just...
Wide open
I used to stand in my doorstep
I used to dance in the rain
I used to cast out wishes
That never came back again
I used to sit in my garden
With pretty maids in a row
Silver bells and cockle shells
I used to dance in the rain
I used to cast out wishes
That never came back again
I used to sit in my garden
With pretty maids in a row
Silver bells and cockle shells
Breeze
Pink cloud sits sky high
Skips to the starlight
Rains tinsel whispers
Breeze blows away
I crawl inside me
My eyes to heaven
Pink cloud sits sky high
Breeze blows away
Silver air everywhere, doesn t care
But silver winds cut my skin everywhere
Breathe in green velvet
My lips taste warm earth
Pink cloud sits sky high
Breeze blows away
Summer sun, so...
Skips to the starlight
Rains tinsel whispers
Breeze blows away
I crawl inside me
My eyes to heaven
Pink cloud sits sky high
Breeze blows away
Silver air everywhere, doesn t care
But silver winds cut my skin everywhere
Breathe in green velvet
My lips taste warm earth
Pink cloud sits sky high
Breeze blows away
Summer sun, so...
Almeno credo
Credo che ci voglia un Dio ed anche un bar
credo che stanotte ti verrò a trovare per dirci tutto quello
che dobbiamo dire o almeno credo
credo proprio che non sia già tutto qui e certi giorni invece
credo sia così credo al tuo odore...
credo che stanotte ti verrò a trovare per dirci tutto quello
che dobbiamo dire o almeno credo
credo proprio che non sia già tutto qui e certi giorni invece
credo sia così credo al tuo odore...