Prijevod: Corba Riblja. Prodavnica Snova.
Prijevod: Tijana Dapčević. Zemlja Mojih Snova.
I can't believe you need me I never thought I would be needed for anything I can't believe my shoulders Would carry such important weight As your head
(Gene Simmons) [Verse] I dream a thousand dreams I'd wait a million lifetimes for you If you just give a smile I could die and be happy too I'd wait
I went on the river for money, I sold my old rotten shack For a rusty tanker leaking oil, and the burning sun was on my back Traveled up the ragin' river
I walk a lonely road The only one that I have ever known Don't know where it goes But it's home to me and I walk alone I walk this empty street On the
You're just the girl of my dreams But it seems my dreams never come true You're just the girl of my dreams But it seems my dreams never come true I first
There's a place way up high Starry bright there, through the night there Close your eyes, let your wishes fly You'll be in dreamland by and by Dimpled
If dreams come true I'll be with you I love that smile in your eyes You see a dream in the skies In your caress there is happiness And love in view If
Like pieces of a dream All shattered on a screen Reflected in the shade (Reflected in the shade) Explore this new landscape Like pieces of a dream Disturbingly
Into my car comes a light of a the setting song That lonely star and the sound of the traffic home How often am I here where I just disappear Maybe I
Mesmerizing point of view, hypnotic conversations Contemplative swinging moods, drew me to you Never mattered when or where, who you'd been with The color
She sits in her corner singing herself to sleep Wrapped in all of the promises that no one seems to keep She no longer cries to herself no tears left
England seemed like such a beautiful place from afar Until one day I saw how miserable things really are All fantastic images they only are apparent
What you do is what you are And wishing upon distant stars Won't improve the hole you're in And won't absolve your deepest sin But action is no gift
Like a morning crow and his unwelcome song Or a worn out broken record that keeps skipping along Mountains of instructions you keep piling on me Resound
I can see the shadows on the wall Drifting as the leaves start to fall Unfaded by rugosity, the objects yield to gravity And depict the destiny of us
You will all say that I am surely crazy Only an unrepentant pessimist Whose thoughts should be detained But facts are sterile, not vulgar nor sublime