Vārdi:
Harry Connick Jr Blue Light Red Light

I live in a tiny closet A lukewarm cold water flat With room for a couple of cinders And a mouse, a hole and a trap I don't worry about the flights Or

It's time to admit you love me The flush of your cheek betrays I hear a sigh in your voice Your every word conveys It's time to admit you love me I feel

There's a few things I haven't told you And before you hear them from someone else To clear up misconceptions, I'd rather tell you myself There was a

Danny was an old-time, Bourbon Street barker Who wanted the same as Charlie Parker And always cued-up a ball Thinking he was one rack away But even when

I cried all night for Sonny 'Til my eyes were dry 'Til the oceans overflowed And the Red Sea turned blue I cried all night for Sonny I heard he was crying

I met her... but I never thought She'd belong to me I just wanted someone I could sing to Who'd listen to every song Oh, I just wanted someone I could

Tulkojums: Harijs Connick, Jr. Blue Light, Red Light (Kādam tur).

: I forget what happens on the Fourth of July Or when the rent is due Dates and deadlines just float by But I always remember you What Colombus set

: If I could give you more I'd fill the house with flowers Let you sleep for hours Throw open the windows and unlock the doors If I could give you more