The telephone rings. I just got home. Serginho is calling in. He always knows some place to go. Someone's house or someone's show. . Oooh, os Novos Yorkinos.
Solamente la mano de Dios. Podrá separarnos. Nuestro amor es más grande. Que todas las cosas del mundo. . Yo sé bien que nacimos los dos. Para siempre adorarnos.
Solamente la mano de dios. Podrá separarnos. Nuestro amor es más grande. Que todas las cosas del mundo. . Yo sé bien que nacimos los dos. Para siempre adorarnos.
These sore red eyes explore the room again. The signed pictures of film stars. Who stayed here in eras that knew of no wall, Berlin. . Part of the old world lives on this island in Germany.
Allons-y. Faisons un tour la tour Eiffel. A rencontrer cette japonaise, trs trs belle. Dans la main une camera en plastique. Ses chaussures dernier cri.
uno no puede siempre trabajar. ay no no no no puede ser. uno no puede siempre esperar. ay no no no non pas toujou. . uno no puede siempre esperar. ay no no no no puede ser.
Shes a face in the crowd lookin' right through you. As if she knew you better than you know yourself. What does she know about the things that you go.
Me gustas cuando callas porque estas como ausente. Me gustas cuando callas porque estas como ausente. y me oyes desde lejos y mi voz no te toca. parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado.
How long can you be walkin' on eggshells and breathe in thin air?. Get yourself ready for departure when you're already there. . Longer than the wall of China, longer than longin' for love.
Lazy lover, ooh, ooh, ooh. Lazy lover, Casanova. You roll over when I want more. I want more, ooh, ooh, ooh, aah, aah. . Lazy lover, Casanova. Why bother, theres so much love.
New York. Austin. San Louis. Toronto. London. Dakar. Paris. Berlin. . Istanbul. Stockholm. Milano. Bruxelles. Scopje. Pause. Wien. . Wien. Moscow. Prague.
All the time. . Some people just want lie on the beaches in the Caribbean. Some people want to do crazy things to green amphibians. Some people want some people to do as they please.
Die Gedanken Sind Frei. I make great big futzies. My tuchis emits blasts. Of gas from the ass. It smells of the past. But it cannot last. Dissipates fast.
This is real, this is glam. . Dance till the morning sun. Dance till the morning sun. Dance till the morning sun. Dance, dance, dance, dance. . Keep, keep walking down the line, I am waiting for you.
Outside the corner a different world. Conversation overheard, oh. Between a man and a saxophone. Saxophone and mister drunk and stoned, oh. . He only knows one melody.
The scary tale on this day leads us on. What can I say? How naive, this cliche. The pulse goes on. The end we anticipate. . Some story ends and hurray.
Light it up. . We've been a little more than just friends. And in most cases that's just where it ends. But I took the time to stoke up your flame. . Can I get a witness to back up my claim?.