Tercüme: Düşük. Ninni.
Make it a sweet, sweet goodbye It could be for the last time and it's not right "Don't let yourself get in over your head", he said "Alone and far from
Have you ever been this low? The taxis take you where you wanna go Broken windows, endless television shows I haven't ever been so low I am the one,
like mankind for 'cause we don't lie my heart and I My heart and I, my heart and I I've been feeling so lonely Feeling so low So low I almost let go
Where Lagan streams sing lullaby There blows a lily fair When twilight gleam is in her eyes The night is on her hair And like a love sick, lenanshee
open, open up. Nicky Arnstein! Nicky Arnstein! Nicky Arnstein! Hey! Come on along and listen to the lullaby of Broadway. The hi-de-hi and boopa-doo. The lullaby
is binding and the dream she weaves will never end For we're marching toward Algiers, for we're marching toward Algiers Lullaby though, baby's gone, lullaby
the sombrero To any amigo that's tryin' to, stop the dineros Chills with, senoritas, like Charro Get drunk off tequila lay low till tomorrow Follow,
Of daily mars among the stars, In that distant land, Strict as lies, We took our time, They chose such evil, Ohh ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, Low, low The reasons
When I heard this lullaby While the stars were blinkin' And the moon was shinin' high Oh, the old folks were hummin' The banjos were strummin' So sweet and low
the sea falls from the shore As the light sinks low, will I see you any more? As the rain falls from the sky Can I bring you back from a distant lullaby
friends and me I'm glad they got to meet the man I know You always knew the words and taught me honesty Picked me up when I was feeling low If I could
Stay low, arrows, echoes of heroes Follow their go, borrow halos Climb high, you might die Or stick around to see the sights Take this, drink that Things
A guy what takes his time, I'll go for anytime I'm a fast moving girl who likes some slow Got no use for fancy driving, wanna see a guy arrival in low
things Eleven, twelve and thirteen pox Now close your eyes As I count fourteen green dots on your thighs Fifteen and sixteen Now hang your head low
LULLABY OF BIRDLAND Lullaby of Birdland, that's what I always hear when you sigh. Never in my wordland could there be ways to reveal in a phrase how I
is tolled Sing sweet and low your lullaby Till angels say, "Amen" A mother tonight is rocking A cradle in Bethlehem Sing sweet and low your lullaby
Runnin' can't escape the beating heart One day you just get tired of dying Living can't escape the beating march But a higher bloom unveils In a low
