Air Supply - We are all children

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We are all children covered in mud
Bound by the sacred and searching for love
We are all children adrift on the sea
Searching for someone, say come back to me

We are all children covered in mud
Jam on our faces, we want to be loved
We are all children growing so fast
Walking on water, hearts made of glass

If i hold you as close as i can
We belong to every woman and man
Everyone who knows

You, me, we are all children
Us, them, we are all children
We all are somebody s daughter and son

We are all children covered in mud
Trapped in the wilderness, stars up above
Outside we all look shiny and clean
Inside the voices, are ready to scream

We are all children growing so fast
Worshipping idols, stuck in the past
We are all children covered in mud
Jam on our faces, we want to be loved

Inne utwory

  • Old habits die hard
  • Shadow of the sun
  • Believe in the supernatural
  • Tonite
  • Having you near me
  • Keeping the love alive
  • Daybreak
  • The search is over
  • After all night
  • Peaches and cream
  • Empty pages
  • Where did the feeling go
  • Evidence of love
  • Bring out the magic
  • What a life
  • Losowe utwory

    Seven trumpets

    The whirlwind howls my name
    My mind soars across the planes
    The blood upon the stone
    Dried ages ago

    And the gods are sleeping
    No one left to bow before
    Our race has lost it s way
    Temples lye in decay

    Napiłbym się z Tobą wódki dziś

    Ej ty i ty i ty i ty
    musisz się napić ze mną wódki dziś
    wódki dziś aha tak aha tak

    Napiłbym się z tobą wódki dziś
    z wódki dziś napiłbym się z tobą drinka
    standardowo dziewczynko imprezka
    pieczone łabędzie węgorzyk i czerwona finka (x2)

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    Tell me

    Dreaming
    But I m not sleeping
    Or have I died
    Died of life

    Swimming
    As I m sinking
    I m holding onto
    Letting go, Yeah

    Oh, how does it feel
    Making love to me like you do

    Arms of a woman

    I am at ease in the arms of a woman
    although now most of my days are spent alone
    a thousand miles from the place I was born
    But when she wakes me she takes me back home

    Now most days I spend like a...

    Turnera

    Spin a scene of ecstasies
    Unfurl a world to ride your dreams
    Glide on transient wings to morning
    Slide beneath the joy machine
    Turnera, dream-bearer, silent Amor
    Turnera, love-sharer, thee I adore
    Golden rays of glorious melting
    Drown me in my reverie
    Slip your nectar ‘neath my tongue and
    Carry us to fantasy
    Turnera, dream-bearer, silent Amor
    Turnera, love-sharer, thee I...