Tekst :
Every evening when the sun goes down I sit here in my roomAnd the lamplight shining on me projects my lonely gloom
My counterpart in agony mocks each tear that falls
And I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls
He s always by my side at night no matter where I go
He lurks out in the darkness or in the neon s glow
He follows me across the steps and up and down the halls
And I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls
I sit and watch the candle and the flicker of the flame
My writhing shadow twists and turns as though it is in pain
I m trying to escape the memory my heart recalls
And I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls
The image of a love I lost and all the things I d planned
Are as empty as the bottle that I hold in my hand
My soul is buried in the depths of love and life s pitfalls
And I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls
I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls
Paroles originales:
Every evening when the sun goes down I sit here in my room
And the lamplight streaming over me projects my lonely gloom
My counterpart in agony mocks each tear that falls
And I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls
He s always by my side at night no matter where I go
He lurks out in the darkness or in the neon s glow
He follows me across the steps and up and down the halls
And I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls
I sit and watch the candle and the flicker of the flame
My writhing shadow twists and turns as though it is in pain
I m trying to escape the memory my heart recalls
And I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls
The image of a love I lost and all the things I d planned
Are as empty as this bottle that I hold in my hand
My soul is buried in the depths of love and life s pitfalls
And I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls
I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls
Tekst :
He s too young to dietoo old to cry
if he talks of love
people might laugh
he s too lough for love
too butch to cry
he s a stud, a stud, a stud, a stud
One and only friend
his motorbike
speedin on the road
wind in his eyes
beatin up the old
too shy to fight
he s a stud, a stud, a stud, a stud
He s too proud to jerk
too pretty to work
standin in a street
trousers too tight
he s sellin himself
to make a few bucks
he s a stud, a stud, a stud, a stud
Sure, he lies, he cheats
whenever we meet
he has no finesse
just a pretty face
he s so good
I can t send him away
he s a stud, a stud, a stud, a stud
A stud, a stud
a 50 dollar-leather-trousered-stud!
Tekst :
Z nami był cały rokI miał szalik bordo
Mieszkał raz tu- raz tam
I żył tak jak chciał
Wcześniej czy później
*Już ten smutek miał wypisany w oczy
Wcześniej czy później
*Każdy z nas wiedział że źle skończy
Czasem jest nam go brak, lecz wiemy
Że juz, że juz nic
Nie można pomóc mu
Z nami był cały rok,
Coraz wiecęj palił.
Coraz mniej miał sił,
Jak we śnie żył.
Był taki moment
*Kiedy jeszcze można było coś zrobić
Był taki moment
*Kiedy mógł skręcić w inną stronę
Czasem jest nam go brak, lecz wiemy
Że juz nic- że juz nic,
Nie można pomóc mu.