A keresés eredménye

Apache

Blond hair is the last to go
As you dive in,
To your thoughts
 
Blond hair you let go like water
Through your fingers
Like a fistful of pearls
 
Dreams made of feathers land down slowly,
So inconspicuously, gently
 
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, what do you care?
We are not of the Apache kind
 
[Chorus]
This will be our year
There is something about us, that is our destiny
(Darkness is all around, but the song is within us)
Oh, how close we are to the sunset
We are in a row, marching
Towards the finding place
Side by side
You and me
 
There on the road
Somewhere deep in the neighborhood
We are set in the starting position
Together, all of us
 
Moody, without a pair
How dreamy these days are
Like a worn out heel
Just like you
 
Briefcases and a crazy poet
Deliberate like the twelve in fury
It is unrestlessness or it is hunger
We outnumber them over the top now
 
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, what do you care?
We are not of the Apache kind
 
This will be our year
There is something about us, that is our destiny
(Darkness is all around, but the song is within us)
Oh, how close we are to the sunset
We are in a row, marching
Towards the finding place
 
Dreams made of feathers land down slowly,
So inconspicuously, gently, ask - anyone will tell you
 
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, what do you care?
We are not of the Apache kind
 
[Chorus]
This will be our year
There is something about us, that is our destiny
(Darkness is all around, but the song is within us)
Oh, how close we are to the sunset
We are in a row, marching
Towards the finding place
Side by side
You and me