bright Don't turn the light out, don't turn out the light Don't turn the light out Ooh, don't turn the light out Don't turn the light out, I'm starting
Vertimas: Richard Cliff. Nesukite šviesa iš.
fell You stilled my hell of storms You coloured all my greys I don't know how And they cannot turn the light out on me now Chorus burn on, oh lovely light
We turned water into wine but that didn't last We were the victims of our age Now we live on different floors And go our separate ways And talk behind
I be if I believed? Who am I if I don?t? The change could happen anyday So said the mountaineer Before he turned to face his cliff Without a trace
