Her Majesty's a pretty nice girl But she doesn't have a lot to say Her Majesty's a pretty nice girl But she changes from day to day I wanna tell her
Her majesty is crying tears of ice cold rain I see my brazen brothers Come to claim their hill and plain They take my hand and guide me To the walls of
Her majesty's a pretty nice girl but she doesn't have a lot to say Her majesty's a pretty nice girl but she changes from day to day I wanna tell her that
There's a wrinkle in the water Where we laid our first daughter And I think the wind blows so sweetly there Over there And the windows and the cinders
I am a chimbley, a chimbley sweep No bed to lie, no shoes to hold my feet On a rooftop, in dead of night You?ll hear me cry, I?ll shake you from your
Billy Liar's got his hands in his pockets Staring over at the neighbors' knickers down He's got his knickers down So the summer is eternity for you?
The gymnast, high above the ground Limbers up and falls, tender down Ankles splayed and all tied The gymnast long has arrived Lazy, your long sister
There is a city by the sea, a gentle company I don't suppose you want to And as it tells its sorry tale in harrowing detail Its hollowness will haunt
I have come a few miles I got blisters on my slippered feet As I rise As I rise California's okay But I think I might stay in the shade For a while For
I was meant for the stage I was meant for the curtain I was meant to tread these boards Of this much I am certain I was meant for the crowd I was meant
This is the story of your red right ankle And how it came to meet your leg And how the muscle bone and sinews tangled And how the skin was softly shed
We set to sail on a packet full of spice, rum and tea leaves We've emptied out all the bars and the bowery hotels Tell your daughters do not walk the
Ambling madly all over the town The call to arms you likened to a whisper I likened to a radio You were a brick bat, a Bowery tough, so rough They called
Myla Goldberg Sets a steady hand upon her brow Myla Goldberg Hangs a crooked foor all upside down It comes around, it comes around It comes around, it
Her majesty is crying tears of ice cold rain. I see my brazen brothers come to claim their hill and plane, They take my hand and guide me to the walls
Her Majesty?s a pretty nice girl but she Doesn?t have a lot to say. Her Majesty?s a pretty nice girl but she Changes from day to day. I wanna tell
Preklad: Beatles. Jej Veličenstvo.
Preklad: Beatles. Jej Veličenstvo (Lennon \\ McCartney).
