Prijevod: Mark Knopfler. Nemojte Pravo na me baby (li k ostalima).
Yearning, we were yearning Greelight blinding on the rail Burning, we were burning And the line unwinding to the Holy Grail To the future gleaming on
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music ring You step inside but you don't see too many faces Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down Too much competition too many other places
It gets so dark before the dawn That's when it gets to me Before the city symphony of taxi horns That's the way it always starts, Sitting here and
Now you can do the watusi You can do it if you try Any puppy dog or pussy Can do the jerk or do the fly Now you can do the wooly bully But can you pull
