A gypsy woman told my fortune, said I'll be rich someday She said I'll be king and ruler, in a land of misery and pain (Chorus) I'm tired of the rain
Ain?t got no cause not a care in the world Got my eyes on a hot-rod girl And I?m gonna show her my sleek mean machine Built on love fueled by gasoline
Shapes of things before my eyes, Send me to this place Will time make men more wise? Here (yea) within my lonely frame, my eyes just heard my brain. Will
Like big love, black love, white love, your love Here we go Sit back, hold up, open up, just enjoy the show Like ice cream, whip cream, nasty dreams Do
I know your hiding places and I know your every move cuz' girl, I've been lonely too. And I seen a million faces been to a million places. But, girl,
All night long thunder calls Can't get away from here Songbirds callin' fire keeps fallin' Ain't no use in fear Every night it comes back to me Everything
Smoke another cigarette Reminisce on a girl I met Watch another day pass me bye A country road that takes me home The only place that I?ve ever known
I've got a Trans-Am in primer paint Nobody taught me, I was born this way No silver spoon to feed a 401K On Bourbon Street, the girls all scream They
Right here right now were falling apart while were falling down who knew to hurt would feel this good Move along so far from home my mistakes go on and
A plain stare with a smile on display, Headed home where it's empty and safe, Anger over takin' my faith, I don't think it should be this way, Chorus
Another Late night on 14th and Main Should daddy's little girl be out this late She takes off her clothes and closes her eyes Tears start to fall as she
I wonder where we'll be Will everything we see still look the way it does today? Will everything we have be everything it is? If we go our separate ways
eye I ain?t got much But what I got is mine And I roll like I roll I roll like I roll I got an open road And a restless soul The Rolling Stones on
Something about our world today That makes me wanna cry There's too much anger and too much pain Too much money and too many lies If I could have one
it to you everyday Would it ever be enough to make you wanna come back home to stay? Would it make you, make you wanna stay? My hearts on my sleeve but its turning black
Vertimas: Juodosios akmens Vyšnia. Pragaras ir High Water.
Vertimas: Juodosios akmens Vyšnia. Forma daiktų.
Vertimas: Juodosios akmens Vyšnia. Rollin 'On.