Foram-se as barcas embora Foram-se os homens ao mar Quem ficou na praia chora Por querer ve-los voltar. O mar tem tantos segredos Que nao os sabe ninguem
Pulled into Nazareth, was feeling 'bout half past dead Just need a place where I can lay my head Hey mister can you tell me where a girl might find a
People to the left of me, people to the right I wanna be alone But it just gets worse all the time Can't make it work People all around me in love and
Fordítás: Joan Armatrading. Emberek.
Fordítás: Osborne, Joan. A súly.
Pulled into Nazareth, feeling 'bout half past dead Just need a place where I can lay my head Hey mister can you tell me where a girl might find a bed?
: Pulled into Nazareth, feeling 'bout half past dead Just need a place where I can lay my head Hey mister can you tell me where a girl might find a bed
Tutto questo campo di grano non ancora maturato tutto questo bel campo non ancora tagliato e questo sole che splende sulla mia testa di soldato tutto
Pulled into Nazareth, feeling 'bout half past dead Just need a place where I can lay my head Hey mister can you tell me where a girl might find a bed
