Sawden awdl, sidan ydiw. Sêm fach, len ar gont wen wiw. Lleiniau mewn man ymannerch. Y llwyn sur, llawn yw o serch. Fforest falch iawn, ddawn ddifrog.
Era vn ortolano byen simpre e syn mal. En el mes de enero con fuerte tenporal. Andando por su huerta, vido so vn peral. Vna culebra chica, medio muerta atal.
All night by the rose (rose. All night by) the rose I lay. Darf ich nought the rose stele. And yet ich bar the flour away.
The Holly and the Ivy. The holly and the Ivy. When they are both full grown. Of all trees that are in the wood. The holly bears the crown. . Oh, the rising of the sun.
Noi leggiavamo un giorno diletto. Di Lancialotto come amor lo strinse. Soli eravamo e sanza alcun sospetto. Per più fiate li occhi ci sospinse. Quella lettura, e scolorocci il viso.
Two rivers rolling by. Two waters side by side. Never touching, they remain. Two rivers never meet. . When they meet the waters change. Two waters, one name.
Nowhere an hour is the speed that I fly. Greeted by vapors when I do arrive. Don't mind my story. It'll only drag you down. . In a one trick town. One sick clown.
Around here, it's all the same. I said, it's all the same. When drops of sunshine. Start to turn to rain. I said, it's all the same. . They don't know what to call it.
You could start living. In my eyes too long. Anywhere, all and ever to no one. . And they say there's a tiny kingdom. Not too far away. And they rate all the plastering.
Can't feel the time, the world has always seen a change. This song is my only one, it's a long and lonely one. And I write another one but this song is never done.
On this day we were miles away, we saw a clock up in the sky. The hands lay on the show to pay, number fallen on its side. This day. . Just one note that was all she wrote and the sound blew down the walls.
Shadowed is the game. Rodent be thy claim. Any open door. Leads to instant things. . Make me go away. Take me to a place. Do some things to me. Make me go away.
Doesn't it blow so cold and lonely. Oh, and it's blowin your way. Thunder roars, the clouds are reeling. A thousand shades of gray. And it falls you see it all.
It's the shadow in the dark. The silver in the park. It's the broken, faded bird. You've learned to call your heart. . It's hotter than you can seek. Plainer than you or me.
I don't think too clearly on matters sincerely. And matters sincerely seem cloudy at best. There's debate about the mascot for a building in the neighborhood.
This is the story of the history of night. From the beginnin' it has never seen the light. It takes a while to never understand. And holds the gift of darkness in it's hand.
Four sides of curves. You call it round. It's saying nothing. Doesn't make a sound. Doesn't lift a finger. But it's working all the time. Got to know it well.
poor little negro. sitting in a tree. eating his favorite. cocoa leaves. along came some fellows. takin' him away. take away his culture. put him on a plane.
Maybe you won't have to hit me again. Maybe you won't try to slap me for lying. I did what you heard and I can admit. That I'd do it again in a second tomorrow.
Lost in the eyes. Back through the eyes. Where the simmering rain. Has come boiling over again. . Locked in a cage. Down in the cave. Where the night never ends.