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This old skyline takes me back to another time
Years ago in San Antonio I was yours and you were mine
It’s been a while I hope you’re doing well
I’m doing fine as far as I can tell

I recall a Sunday by the Riverwalk you and me just walkin’ around
Music filled the evening air on the streets of old downtown
We guessed about the days to come the laughter and the tears
But since that time so much has changed I haven’t heard from you in years

And when I’m passing through
I always think of you
Are you with someone are you somewhere all alone
I think of you when I hit San Antone

Sometimes Lord you can’t help but think what might have been
Would we do it all over if we could do it all again
Sittin’ by that fountain is a sweet memory
When you pass by that fountain do you ever think of me

By the bank of the river I held your hand
There was a distance even then that I couldn’t understand
I loved you more than I ever loved before
I loved you though you said I can’t see you anymore

Je voudrais te connaître
Ouvrir un peu la fenêtre
De ton cœur et de ta vie
Tout ce que tu m’interdis
Je voudrais te savoir
Quelques instants et plus tard
Te laisser le goût de moi
Pour que tu n’oublies pas
Je voudrais me glisser
Dans ton âme et te guider
Te faire trouver le chemin
De ma peau, de...

Your cold cold heart has drowned my life in pain
Your cold cold heart has tortured my mind and soul

You have never learnt
To leave your prison
Your heart lies in chains
And who will break them
Your heart lies in chains

Maybe you will find a...

(Dickinson/Roy Z)
I am the teacher, come to reach ya
Take the old words back to you
You were lost, but I found you
And it s your choice what to do
I ve learned a few things as I ve traveled through the years...

Orkiestra już zagrała tusz,
na parkiecie brak miejsca dla nóg,
najmodniejsze lokale w sezonie stale
oblężone są jak szwedzki stół.

Wpadliśmy tu przypadkiem tak,
przyjaciele nas wzięli na szlak,
zaszemrała orkiestra na stopniach estrad
i do tańca zakołował świat.

Tańcz ze mną, tańcz
przez całą noc,
płacz ze...

Tempting life
Won t come and beg for the last time
It s already ours we just came here to claim it
And we are not paying a dime
In the street you ll find us
Vulnerable but lit up like a cigarette
Celebarating...