Good substitute for inspiration, prostitutes and perspiration Look don't touch I think you ought to show me exactly what don't you want to be Here that
The trumpet child will blow his horn Will blast the sky till it?s reborn With Gabriel?s power and Satchmo?s grace He will surprise the human race The
(Instrumental)
Goodbye, my love, it's time to go I heard a silver trumpet blow It's calling me to fight the foe and so goodbye, my love The world is ours to wander free
I can't get that trumpet out of my head I can't get that trumpet out of my head I woke up and I can't get that trumpet out of my head And you say you
Il y avait une fois Quoi, quoi, quoi Une poupee en velours Qui devenait folle d?amour Pour un p?tit soldat d?bois Qui ma foi Refaisait avec chic Les memes
Dimache matin J'vais a Saint Ouen L'marche aux puces battait deja son plein Je denich' un' trompett' dans un coin Et soudain Immediat'ment J'me vois
Era un sabato sera, ma senza febbre... Una di quelle tante sere di Settembre nebbiose, uggiose, noiose da overdose niente da fare ero in giro a cazzeggiare
Or La Tromba in Suon festante Mi richiama a triofar Qual guerriero e qual amante Gloria ed amor mi vuol bear
The Chariot! The Chariot! It's wheels roll in fire, as the Lord cometh down in the pomp of his ire! Lo! Self moving it drives on it's pathway of clouds
Yea Yea Yea Yea Yup Here we go ya'll He came from heaven to earth. Earth to the grave/ Grave to the sky. He waved a goodbye/ From the mount of olives
Brother to arms, son to two more A bullet in the chest left him lying on the floor Now he's got a new bed, a bathroom of his own A sister who dont love
[Words By: Richard Lynch, Music By: Dee Harrington] Take and measure the temple site Leave the courts out, out of sight Witnesses roaming and walking
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Μετάφραση: Roy Acuff. Αντίο αγάπη μου (άκουσα μια τρομπέτα Silver).