Theres something about the way you move tonight. Gliding across the floor like you dont feel at all. Theres something I need to say, can we move aside?.
Every moment that I spent with you. I looked forward to. And if it should happen again. I'll know what to do.. . But now my memories lean on Avenue Dreams.
I met her walkin' down a busy street. It might has well have been a deserted beach. That initial, superficial attraction. Has grown much deeper. And I need her..
On the table by the window stood the vase with nothing in it. And over by the door was where you cried and felt embarrassed. Then you said something about there being no flowers in it.
Winter, you may laugh at me. Threaten with your heart of ice. Tellin' me my love has gone. I don't need your cold advice. I don't need to know. I don't need to know..
I don't think that I've ever had a warmer experience than. The time you came round for tea and stayed much later than. You anticipated; oh, but you were shy.
Another radio station. Another dream that's about to come true. We may not reach all the nation. But we' got the means to capture you. We' got something for everyone.
I can wonder at. Wonder why. It's always been the same. I've heard lies and. Children cryin'. Still I hear your name.. . And I always think about you night and day.
This little girl said she really loved me. It won't last so I was told. People said that I would soon see. How all that glitters is not gold.. . Well I don't care what I've been told.
Old fashioned she might be. Dated like last year's pop-song. Ageing like this year's calendar. It's a wonder she can still raise a smile.. . But in spite of her pension.
Susan wants to be a secretary. She has all the necessary requirements. But since her mom left home, her dad's gone to pieces. And she has to stay and look after.
She's causing a commotion it's a curious thing. Everyone thought she was a delicate thing. And now they're making her learn the hard way. Say, what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?.
She is well versed in this affair. And so encounters it with care. She knows him well - too well. And all he's thinking of. But she will keep it to herself..
Last night I had the strangest dream. In which I found myself alone. And stumbling through an endless night. I surely was afraid.. . Then out the blackness came a light.
It's all so different now. From just a few weeks ago. When April was about to smile on England. And I had to go. . So here I am again. Far from where the blackbird sings.
Paroles : tienne Roda-Gil. Musique : Julien Clerc. 1973 by ditions Crcelles et Sidonie. 1. Ils ont au fond d'leurs mouchoirs. Un tout p'tit peu de brouillard.
Chorus:. Asimbonanga (We have not seen him). Asimbonang' uMandela thina (We have not seen Mandela). Laph'ekhona (In the place where he is). Laph'ehlikhona (In the place where he is kept).