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Mercy mountain crevices hold treasures buried deep
A blizzard or rain can t wash any memories that you keep
I just came in on the banana boat, got born only yesterday
Came down through the stars, I landed from Mars
Make my way through the Milky Way
Last I saw you metamorphasized, chrysalis into a butterfly
You opened your wings, such beautiful things and then I saw you fly away so high
A birds eye view up to the stratosphere, all the universe reflected in your eyes
I came to despise, your seek through the skies, your web of lies, and all the empty words you say
I see you like a bubble in the air
But bubbles can rise
But pop when they reach the top
I see you like a bubble in the air
But bubbles can rise
Last I saw you change inside, a chrysalis into a butterfly
You open your wings, such beautiful things and then I watch you fly away to die
I just came in on the banana boat, got born only yesterday
Came down through the stars, I landed from Mars, made my way through the Milky Way
I see you like a bubble in the air
But bubbles can rise
But pop when you reach the top
I see you like a bubble in the air
But bubbles can rise
But pop when they reach the top
I see you like a bubble in the air
But bubbles can rise
But pop when they reach the top

Buona Sera, signorina, buona sera
It is time to say goodnight to Napoli
Though it s hard for us to whisper, buona sera
With that old moon above the Meditteranean sea

In the mornin signorina we ll go walkin
When the mountains...

I can t believe all the things you say to me.
I just can t believe all the things you say.
I m standing straight
I see no malice in your eyes.
I m just standing straight and in time Ill realise.
Ain t that...

I got a man with two left feet
And when he dances down to the beat
I really think that he should know
That his rhythms go go go

I got a man with two left feet
And when he dances down to the beat
I really think that he should know
That his rhythms go go...

Tyle darów rok nam przyniósł:
Pszczołom łąki kwiatów pełne,
Ludziom dał łany zbóż,
Zbożom dał pełen kłos,

Przykrył pola płachtą śniegu,
Aby zimą odpoczęły.
Myślisz ty, myślę ja,
Co nam rok miniony dał.

To był rok, dobry rok.
Z żalem dziś żegnam go.
Miejsce da nowym dniom
Stary...

Is this what you think of me, so hollow?

Seems to take the place, of things left behind.
Is this what becomes of us, never to be defined.
Thoughts still left unsaid, and you believe we can go. on and on into infinity. we slowly kissed good-bye. i feel i m left behind....