Feline
1982
1982
Melodiile
se deruleaza
automat
se deruleaza
automat
Stranglers
-
No More Heroes
1977 -
Rattus Norvegicus
1977 -
The Raven
1979 -
The Gospel According to the Meninblack
1981 -
Feline
1982 -
Aural Sculpture
1984
The Stranglers - Vladimir and Olga / 1982
| Adaugat de Gigi | 23.12.2013 |  Adauga
la favorite |
953 vizualizari Nota film: 0 / 5 (0 voturi ) |
|||||||||
Sterge
din favoriteThe Stranglers - Vladimir and Olga
fff
Versuri/text:
Twas a hot September, the hottest I can remember.
We took the children in the larder, and headed for the warm climbs of Odessa.
I'd worked hard the whole season,
Olga portrayed a tiredness which she strove to conceal.
We stopped at an inn and took some lunch - some simple fare of cheeses and borshch.
The bread tasted strange - Olga mentioned to me the old wives tale of 'bread mould madness'.
I laughed and ate, and ate and laughed.
The food did me good, the beer refreshed my dusty brow.
It was as we reached Odessa that I started to feel
the strangest mood descend over me from nowhere.
The sky changed colour;
Vehicles on the road were a funfair.
It struck me as being incredibly funny,
that we four were in a tin can,
hiding ourselves from the cruel, harsh, alien world outside.
I stopped the car in the middle of the intersection in the centre of Odessa,
and stepped outside to dance and laugh at the insignificance of our ordered lives.
The traffic built up and Odessa saw it's largest,
most confused and contorted traffic jam and I started to laugh.
I laughed and laughed until I cried and cried;
I cried and cried until I laughed and laughed.
I laughed and laughed until I cried and cried;
I cried and cried until I laughed and laughed...
fff
Versuri/text:
Twas a hot September, the hottest I can remember.
We took the children in the larder, and headed for the warm climbs of Odessa.
I'd worked hard the whole season,
Olga portrayed a tiredness which she strove to conceal.
We stopped at an inn and took some lunch - some simple fare of cheeses and borshch.
The bread tasted strange - Olga mentioned to me the old wives tale of 'bread mould madness'.
I laughed and ate, and ate and laughed.
The food did me good, the beer refreshed my dusty brow.
It was as we reached Odessa that I started to feel
the strangest mood descend over me from nowhere.
The sky changed colour;
Vehicles on the road were a funfair.
It struck me as being incredibly funny,
that we four were in a tin can,
hiding ourselves from the cruel, harsh, alien world outside.
I stopped the car in the middle of the intersection in the centre of Odessa,
and stepped outside to dance and laugh at the insignificance of our ordered lives.
The traffic built up and Odessa saw it's largest,
most confused and contorted traffic jam and I started to laugh.
I laughed and laughed until I cried and cried;
I cried and cried until I laughed and laughed.
I laughed and laughed until I cried and cried;
I cried and cried until I laughed and laughed...
Semnaleaza o problema
Afiseaza playlist (total video: 0)
Prin utilizarea serviciilor noastre, iti exprimi acordul cu privire la faptul ca folosim module cookie in vederea analizarii traficului si a furnizarii de publicitate.