in the eyes There's no hope for me in sight There's no hope for me in sight There's no hope for me in sight My decline ... There's no hope for me
There's no hope for me in sight There's no hope for me in sight There's no hope for me in sight My decline ... There's no hope for me in sight There
startin' to wear off and i hope that you smile tonight watching the last of your friends arrive you smile and shake their hands and the hero that you hoped
wear off And i hope that you Smile tonight Watching the last of your friends arrive You'll smile and shake their hands And the hero that you'd hoped
Vertaling: John Dowland. My gedagtes is Wing D met die hoop.
: Seduta sulla riva di questa mia coscienza La malinconia fa il conto dei miei giorni Comprese le esperienze della vita mia Somiglia ad un gabbiano
: Libre, mais a jamais soumis Aux desirs et a la vie J'erre, seul sans meme un ami Dans les couloirs de la nuit Pourtant, ni maitre, ni servile Frele
Seduta sulla riva di questa mia coscienza La malinconia fa il conto dei miei giorni Comprese le esperienze della vita mia Somiglia ad un gabbiano
Libre, mais a jamais soumis Aux desirs et a la vie J'erre, seul sans meme un ami Dans les couloirs de la nuit Pourtant, ni maitre, ni servile Frele poussiere
