facts T hat, as a student, I have studied to procure, In my head are many facts.. Of which I wish I was more certain I was sure! [Spoken:] Is a puzzlement
another day. If my Lord in Heaven Buddha, show the way, Everyday I do my best for one-more day! But- Louis [Spoken] is a puzzlement
head are many facts That, as a student, I have studied to procure In my head are many facts Of which I wish I was more certain, I was sure Is a puzzlement
Fordítás: Farm. Tanácstalanság.
Fordítás: Oscar, Hammerstein. A zavar.
Fordítás: Oscar, Hammerstein. A zavar Reprise.
Fordítás: A király és én zene. A fejtörést (Reprise).
Thought of what you said Tried to understand Went back to my house and fought myself to sleep We got lost, I don't know how I just know you're giving
Come on now mister, step right inside and see the show You'll like it mister, it cures you if you're feeling low We'll take care of you, especially if
why things were so No matter how hard I contemplate Puzzles will never go Puzzles, hanging on my mind now Puzzles, puzzles in my mind That's all I find In my mind Oh, puzzles
Walking in the night a prisoner of the street signs they all get me nowhere searching hard to find any hidden doorway that might lead me to you you gave
've just reached mine Now we've come to the end of the line Why is life such a puzzle sometimes? Why is life such a puzzle sometimes?
Tell me do you like what you've found? Are your thoughts like the earth spinning round? Existence is pure pantomime Why is life such a puzzle sometimes
picking up the pieces on the ricochet Are we trigger happy? russian roulette in the waiting room Empty chambers embracing the end Puzzled visions haunt
And does it hurt that you finally found yourself and does it hurt that you find a bit of wealth black coffee for my mood can you make me shine lonely
This ruined puzzle is beige with the pieces all face down So the placing goes slowly The pictures of anything other than it's meant to be But the hours
knows we're deceived Barter for What they need And where they go Disdain and jeering For fools to call The noble peasantry O how it puzzles me I pressed