like bookends A newspaper blowin' through the grass Falls on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends Old friends, winter companions, the old
Prijevod: Simon, Paul. Stari Prijatelji.
Hello, darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision That
be back home Home is where I want to be I've been on the road so long my friend that if you came along I know you couldn't disagree its the same old
Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that
first tour gazing out my window in the rain Sparked a flame and my heart was the propane I remember so called friends calling me out like Paul Simon
[Written by Paul Simon] [Copyright 1965 Paul Simon Music -BMI] [Heir Apparent arrangement by Terry Gorle 1987] Hello darkness my old friend I've come
Words & music by Paul Simon Old friends, Old friends Sat on their park bench Like bookends. A newspaper blown though the grass Falls on the round toes
: Words & music by Paul Simon Old friends, Old friends Sat on their park bench Like bookends. A newspaper blown though the grass Falls on the round
(Paul Simon) Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again, Because a vision softly creeping, Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
tour gazing out my window in the rain Sparked a flame and my heart was the propane I remember so called friends calling me out like Paul Simon To fighting
