The wind blows rain into my face The sun glows at the end of the highway Child of the moon, rub your rainy eyes Oh, child of the moon, give me wide awake
The wind blows rain into my face The sun glows at the end of the highway Child of the moon, rub your rainy eyes Oh, child of the moon Give me a wide
Jagger/Richards) The wind blows rain into my face The sun glows at the end of the highway Child of the moon, rub your rainy eyes Oh, child of the moon
Tulkojums: Rolling Stones. Bērns Moon.
: The wind blows rain into my face The sun glows at the end of the highway Child of the moon, rub your rainy eyes Oh, child of the moon Give me a
a magazine and a sleepless pillow Over the crest of the mountain the moon begins it's climb And he wakes to find, he's in rolling farmland The farmer
be that gypsy flippin' life game From the right brain ascension maintained Rolling through like a burning flame Like a super nova star She be the light when they in the dark Morning, the moon
left for me to do Sister of the universe Selecting me this time I'm falling down upon the Earth And singing truth in rhyme If I was a rolling stone I'd roll
child Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon Just what I've been needin', feel it rise in me She say... Every
that gypsy Flippin' life game from the right brain Ascension maintained Rolling through like a burning flame Like a super nova star She be the light When they in the dark Morning The moon
that only causes me pain as I strain my soul crammin into rightness so I can bring some there, I bleed the blood of a cold stone that rolls without a
cipher Fuckin? round with a dog, guess what Woo-haa I?ll bite ya Excite ya like the fourth of July I ain?t no lie I caught a glimpse of the new moon
magazine and a sleepless pillow Over the crest of the mountain the moon begins its climb And he wakes to find he's in rolling farmland The farmer sleeps
