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Alexander Lokotkov, 30.07.03 16:35
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–21stGreta, 31.07.03 15:23[Ответить]I know it's hard to love a gypsyplease don't worry baby'cos I'll soon be coming home to youand if I steal awaylike a thief in the nightit's only 'cos I hate to say that longgoodbye to youI know there ain't nowherenowhere can comparewith the comfort of your big brass bedbut I've got a long road to traveland only a hard and stony groundfor me to rest my weary headI'm like a fish out of waterfeel like I'm drowning on dry landif I ain't got a reservation ticketright here in the palm of my handI'm a 21st century gypsy21st century gypsy singin' lover manand when I kiss you goodnightin the dark hours of the morningand pack a guitar bagand head on out the doorI know that you know that I really hate to leave youbut it's that time again and I symply got to goand if I'm away on the road for weeks on endin some way off and far flung foreign landsailing an ocean or deep down in the jungleor in a caravan crossing the burning desert sandI follow a spirit that's been roming freeway way back since time beganI was a wandering minstrel in a previous lifenow I'm your 21st century21st century gypsy singin' lover manI'm like a fish out of waterI'm drowning on dry landif I ain't got a reservation ticketright here in the palm of my handI'm your 21st century gypsy singin' lover man–Ай спасибо Greta! На слух или откуда-то из Инета?(-)Alexander Lokotkov, 31.07.03 15:31[Ответить]-–нет..Greta, 01.08.03 21:31[Ответить]с буклета :)–Это ж надо было переписать!:-) Еще раз спасибо большое!(-)Alexander Lokotkov, 04.08.03 10:48[Ответить]
Greta, 31.07.03 15:23[Ответить]
I know it's hard to love a gypsy
please don't worry baby
'cos I'll soon be coming home to you
and if I steal away
like a thief in the night
it's only 'cos I hate to say that long
goodbye to you
I know there ain't nowhere
nowhere can compare
with the comfort of your big brass bed
but I've got a long road to travel
and only a hard and stony ground
for me to rest my weary head
I'm like a fish out of water
feel like I'm drowning on dry land
if I ain't got a reservation ticket
right here in the palm of my hand
I'm a 21st century gypsy
21st century gypsy singin' lover man
and when I kiss you goodnight
in the dark hours of the morning
and pack a guitar bag
and head on out the door
I know that you know that I really hate to leave you
but it's that time again and I symply got to go
and if I'm away on the road for weeks on end
in some way off and far flung foreign land
sailing an ocean or deep down in the jungle
or in a caravan crossing the burning desert sand
I follow a spirit that's been roming free
way way back since time began
I was a wandering minstrel in a previous life
now I'm your 21st century
I'm drowning on dry land
I'm your 21st century gypsy singin'
lover man
–Ай спасибо Greta! На слух или откуда-то из Инета?(-)Alexander Lokotkov, 31.07.03 15:31[Ответить]-–нет..Greta, 01.08.03 21:31[Ответить]с буклета :)–Это ж надо было переписать!:-) Еще раз спасибо большое!(-)Alexander Lokotkov, 04.08.03 10:48[Ответить]
Alexander Lokotkov, 31.07.03 15:31[Ответить]
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–нет..Greta, 01.08.03 21:31[Ответить]с буклета :)–Это ж надо было переписать!:-) Еще раз спасибо большое!(-)Alexander Lokotkov, 04.08.03 10:48[Ответить]
Greta, 01.08.03 21:31[Ответить]
с буклета :)
–Это ж надо было переписать!:-) Еще раз спасибо большое!(-)Alexander Lokotkov, 04.08.03 10:48[Ответить]
Alexander Lokotkov, 04.08.03 10:48[Ответить]
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