Preklad: Shyam. Stojala Za Prah.
Splash down in the silver screen Into a deep dramatic scene I swim through the theater Or maybe I'm just a dreamer Like a kite in the bright midday Wonder
It breaks my heart to leave you far behind it breaks me up to leave so suddenly knowing we might never meet again It hurts so much to lose another friend
Lying soaked in sweat tonight Your knuckles white, you try to fight The need for more to get you by You've had enough you wonder why Even now your body
When people stare at the scene like a machine of the team Looking for theme between cracks searching for cream Physical image can never be lost, never
I went into a home one day just to see some friends of mine Of all their books and magazines, not a Bible could I find I asked them for the Bible when
Dust on the Bible, dust on the holy word The words of all the prophets and the sayings of our Lord Of all the other books, you'll find, there's none salvation
I just lost my best friend I miss you so much I wish my life would end I cannot get up from down here I cried until dust appeared I'm trying to let go
It's 2 a.m. in Town Hall Station Black walls and sleeping drunks Are bad companions Ice is there, fear is there Everyone is nowhere, there's too much
a fist through the wall never solved anything it just worried mom just like the bullets down the barrel of growing up this must be home where mothers
Woah, shoot Oh yeah Why don't you shoot? Yeah, shoot, oh yeah Indian Billy simple sin scratches across my Skin, skin, skin, skin, skin, skin Soft gravel
Here we go Tell everyone that I am sorry, truly sorry For all the wrongs, I've done I never meant to hurt nobody Lord, I never want to do no wrong And
[Wagner/Wagner] It's been a long night and it's cold there, outside As I watch the break of day It's starting to rain like the sky is crying in pain
Forces of hate meet, gather for the siege Encircling their foe, the raid begins Their revenge is sought through violence Smashing, killing, stabbing,
Dust on my saddle, mud on my boots A coupla empty saddle bags except for two old suits I'm tired and I'm hungry worried as can be Last night I saw a poster
THE THRESHOLD (Bill Anderson a?? Chuck Goddard) A« A© '64 Moss Rose Publications A» RECORDED BY CONNIE SMITH Many shoes have taken steps across the threshold
I got no reason but that I must Maybe I feel like I?ve been gathering dust I must leave this harbour for the sea I'm too young to settle down and make
I pack my suit in a bag I'm all dressed up for Prague I'm all dressed up with you All dressed up for him too Prepare myself for a war Before I even open
