no blue sky in my town lately Everybody looks at the ground And where I am is making me hazy But the sun never looked so pretty going down There's no blue sky
Tulkojums: Ērkšķiem,. Nē Blue Sky.
me satisfied And though I've never been there I know it's always greener On the greener side My love is like a wishing well Your love is like a clear blue sky
to see what's up inside I walk across this bridge called life and found a place to hide who ever you may talk to, the sky will still br blue! What ever
-one has seen Mister Fox Reds and blues dart between the trees And this time the sky is really falling Jack looks hard through the bracken and the thorns
From the flash of a gun to a soldier who's done Trust me grandson, the war was in color From shipyard to sea, from factory to sky From rivet to rifle
blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue Bullet the blue Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the
Across the light blue sky There are nothing but clouds And all the trees once green Have dropped their lifeless leaves Where is the blackest rose? The
sky of your life I'm a conqueror of kind that will never die for hate in mankind will never wither as the blue fire of my dreams which once turned black
to spoil Your lips bleed like a rose Underneath the soil Is where the evil grows Your petals start to fall And the weeds attack In my torture garden The blue sky
Blue as the crying sky With no thorn, no thistle Only an open face Staring at the waking world Maybe she's just a morning glory Lost in a tangle of vine
and higher Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue Bullet the blue This guy comes up to me His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
long shore, upon a long shore Open your door, open your door ?Ask anyone?, he muttered, as he spat a small Brilliant blue insect, whirring into the
path The sky is of darkest gray A cold wind pierce through his bones And the sharp rocks cut his feet His clothes and skin are ripped by thorns His
cry The fluttering gory pinion But Peggy dear, the evening's clear Thick files the skimming swallow The sky is blue, the field's in view All fading green
be thinkin' of him when We're makin' love, it always shows I can take the thorns if there's Just an occasional rose The road of love is rocky and Behind the blue sky
could give to you Colour me red when I'm feeling blue The colour of a kiss In a young girl's dream The mark of a guillotine A drop of blood from a single thorn
