Hans York - Bored Out Of My Mind | Текст Иностранной Песни
(Scheid/Cohen) Moving down the lonely road White lines flicker like a strobe. Longing for the morning sun. Will the daylight ever come? Bored out of my
Hans York - California Waltz | Текст Иностранной Песни
(Hans York) I was dancing the California Waltz lazy, lush, and loose and I remember feeling everything is fine We can take our time Leave the past behind
Hans York - Kinder | Текст Иностранной Песни
(Hannsjoerg Scheid) Kinder haben viel mehr Zeit Sie sind von Dingen befreit Die uns nur im Wege stehen Im Dunkeln gehen Wo ist das Licht Es hat uns doch
Hans York - What If | Текст Иностранной Песни
(Hans York) What if I had met you first, Would you be my baby? What if I had kissed your lips Would that have changed my fate? What if you were right for me
Hans York - Ich Dreh Mich Nicht Im Kreis | Текст Иностранной Песни
(Hannsjoerg Scheid / Michael Kercher) Ich dreh mich nicht im Kreis Wo manch ein anderer sieht was ich schon besser wei Ich fall nicht rund herum Wenn ich gradaus geh
Hans York - Lifes Apart | Текст Иностранной Песни
(Hans York/ Phil Cohen) The falling leaves whisper of love that's dying, still my mind is telling me to keep on trying. And I continue denying what I know to be
Hans York - Safety Is Soulless | Текст Иностранной Песни
(Hans York/ T. Armstrong) We never walked down the safest path Which we would feel regret for Standing on fences with our heads hanging down With no risk to keep us
Hans York - Inside Out | Текст Иностранной Песни
(Hans York / Tom Armstrong) I can breathe against your noise I can feel it in my skin There's a pulse that warms me over As another breath begins From the
Hans York - Empty Tin | Текст Иностранной Песни
(Hans York/Tom Armstrong) An empty tin for gasoline Makes a desperate sound when it's struck In the thoughts of a child in these decaying streets In the swirling
Hans York - Miss You | Текст Иностранной Песни
(Hans York / Evo Bluestein) Awoke this morning feeling fine Sun will fall or rain will shine Autumn winds steal thoughts of mine A soaring hawk is circling