Jon And Vangelis - Back To School | Текст Иностранной Песни
Made my escape just a few days ago I don't wanna tell you how low you can go Movin' on up get a job quickly Somethin' hit me, don't know what it was I
Jon And Vangelis - Shine For Me | Текст Иностранной Песни
Shine for me, I'll shine for you, Each waking dawn, Each day. Let these words, Please, let this song Take you so Completely. You have the gift of
Jon And Vangelis - Little Guitar | Текст Иностранной Песни
(Instrumental) Change We Must ============== (2:30 min alop) una ha hay a, tomina na hu a, chuna to we-a, hay na una ha hay a, tomina na hu a, chuna to we-a, hay na
Jon And Vangelis - Horizon | Текст Иностранной Песни
In amongst the rings of confusion Silencing the thought powers one by one It seems all so incredible Our own ability to confuse - to sacrifice To enlighten like a
Jon And Vangelis - He Is Sailing | Текст Иностранной Песни
Out of the mist into tropical splendor With garlands of flowers In majestical fusion we see tonight On to this sacred reunion of pleasure They row as a rhythm Ten
Jon And Vangelis - Far Away In Baagad | Текст Иностранной Песни
T'was the dawn creation of the underworld Caves were born with thunder rendered sheets Of flame cascading light the morning light The dawning of the underworld. All
Jon And Vangelis - Each And Everyday | Текст Иностранной Песни
Each and everyday I time the waiting wind All the stars that shine this evening Came to greet you now At last, the way, I'll protect you when you're lonely By
Jon And Vangelis - I'll Find My Way Home | Текст Иностранной Песни
You ask me, "Where to begin?" Am I so lost in my sin You ask me, "Where did I fall?" I'll say I can't tell you when But if my spirit is lost How
Jon And Vangelis - Garden Of Senses | Текст Иностранной Песни
Days of the garden. Days in the sun. Warm in my secret. Lost in your eyes. Love, sweet as water. Love, sweet as wine. Love, in the moonlight. Sing with your
Jon And Vangelis - The Friends Of Mr Cairo | Текст Иностранной Песни
She came, as in the book, Mickey Spillane That Saturday night dark masquerade Had filled his friend with lead, The same, sweetheart but then As nothing happens quite the