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Marc Bolan - Children Of The Revolution | Текст Иностранной Песни
Yeah Well, you can bump and grind, it is good for your mind Well, you can twist and shout, let it all hang out But you won't fool the children of the
Marc Bolan - Ride A White Swan | Текст Иностранной Песни
Ride it on out like a bird in the skyway, Ride it on out like you were a bird, Fly it all out like an eagle in a sunbeam, Ride it all out like you were a bird. Wear a
Marc Bolan - Nijinsky Hind | Текст Иностранной Песни
Nijinsky Hind is a wisp of our world Through the heart's eye. It's horns are white hide From the skin of our lord When his youth stood Wondrous and fair like a
Marc Bolan - Highway Knees | Текст Иностранной Песни
She could have layed, could have stayed, on the highway, I could have loved her, O yes I could. Her children stayed, could have played, on the highway, I could have known them. O
Marc Bolan - King Of The Rumbling Spires | Текст Иностранной Песни
Light all the fires, It's the King of the Rumbling Spires, Light all the fires, It's the King and he's coming home. We're so windy fair Priestess of my
Marc Bolan - Sitting Here | Текст Иностранной Песни
Sitting here, I don't care for you Sitting there, you don't care for me But I think we're in love Ain't that funny Sitting there, you don't care for
Marc Bolan - The Motivator | Текст Иностранной Песни
I love the way you walk Don't you know you're a cool motivator Love the way you walk Love the way you walk I love the way your eye It doth shine like an
Marc Bolan - I Really Love You Babe | Текст Иностранной Песни
(I really love you babe) (I really love you babe) I jumped in the car gonna carry you to the stars So lets go see the ship And your hip, bronzed lipped I really love
Marc Bolan - Life's A Gas | Текст Иностранной Песни
I could have loved you girl Like a planet I could have chained your heart To a star But it really doesn't matter at all No it really doesn't matter at
Marc Bolan - Dandy In The Underworld | Текст Иностранной Песни
Hot air hangs like a dead man From a white oak tree People sitting on porches Thinking how things used to be Dark night, it's a dark night Dark night,
