Fordítás: Paris. A régi időkben.
wake up soon before we fold I miss the days of old. Damn...I miss the days of old. Listen...it ain't the same as the days of old.
wise as the old owl, plus the Gold Child Seein' things like I was controllin', click rollin' Trickin' six digits on kicks an' still holdin' Trips to Paris
All of those wild american bilinguals Who talk to you in paris of their lonely lives School days and last days out there in the midwest They climb on
answers to the same questions Create a scandal with your reaction What's that you say take it or leave it Paparazzi wanna see you bleeding Chorus Late suit days
little town of Bethlehem We raise our glass, you bet your ass to La vie boheme La vie boheme La vie boheme La vie boheme La vie boheme To days of inspiration
from you I was twenty-two and drunk in Amsterdam Got robbed in Paris, France, got home on one last chance And without a backward glance I began again And the days
Doper than the gold around your neck This is my manuscript to spit lyrics like fat spliffs I show the whole damn world my gift For Paris I'm speakin'
burn today I burn today And as I drank in old Paris She lay her cards just to see what she would see "Down by the water you'll find your happy days"
All of those wild American bilinguals Who talk to you in Paris of their lonely lives School days and last days out there in the Midwest They climb on
in those Parisienne days. Looking back at the photographs. Those summer days spent outside corner cafes. Oh, I could write you paragraphs, about my old Parisienne days
ganska ballt så där också Javisst är det det Here comes rubie jamie Some people long for berlin and barcelona They yearn for paris
been awhile since your last session so...tell me what's been going Tyler (therapist): I'm not a fucking role model (I know this) I'm a 19 year old fucking
and nobody cares About some old city that ain't even there Well, my sons moved to Houston And they work in the Gulf With seven days on and seven days
that the mirror betrays? Singin, "Old woman, old woman What have you done with your days?" "Old woman, old woman What have you done with your days?" "Old woman, old
with a God-lent grace I was close to coming when she bid adieu Fueled by the heartache rent upon her face there Oh, Mina, obscener Thoughts obsess my days
