Linda got a problem with her Yamaha, They say you should try a room on the Peninsula She runs against an engine that is out of fuel She wants to be in love But love thinks her cruel Linda and her letters that she wrote in red She is reading tired poems trying to forget That fifteen years of wisdom in a whiskey shot Will not make her sleepy Linda is on the spot
When I grow old and you grow weak When we are dying young My brothers and sisters we'll meet We'll meet and we will weep
Maybe I should read a book with passion maybe Crowded borders I can't feel humanity Robber from her wheel left in Kazakhstan 27 hearts in a vintage van Invisible thoughts in my dreams so clear Heard form Marco Polo earlier this year I'm fishing from your lake I found nothing on your moon Linda underwater sang
When I grow old and you grow weak When we are dying young My brothers and sisters we'll meet We'll meet and we will weep
There is something in the water But you never tell me what I found nothing on your mountain When I was standing on the highest hill top
When I grow old and you grow weak When we are dying young My brothers and sisters we'll meet We'll meet and we will weep
There is something in the water But you never tell me what I found nothing on your mountain When I was standing on the highest hill topTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
