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Demis Roussos - Shadows
| Előadó: | Demis Roussos |
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| Zeneszerzők: |
Alec R. Constandinos |
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Shadows of a thousand faces keep on turning in your mind,
unforgotten names and places never really left behind.
Is it your imagination seeking shelter from the rain,
or alone self conversation once again.
Shadows never point a finger at the things you say or do,
silently they seem to linger any way you may run to.
Sharing every joy or torment, every laughter or despair,
facing you at any moment if you dare.
Gentle hearts that once surrenders is what you didn't understand,
conquest of the night that's ended holding you with trembling hands.
In a book a four leaf-clover marks the day you said Hallo,
till she found that it was over long ago.
Little things have lost their meaning leaving only emptiness,
tender words and simple feelings never eased your angriness.
Yesterdays remain so certain and tomorrows round the bend,
can you read the line that dark ends on your hand.
Both ends of a candle burning shine so brightly for a while,
wrinkles of a life reflecting in your smile.
Shadows never point a finger at the things you say or do,
silently they seem to linger any way you may run to.
Sharing every joy or torment, every laughter or despair,
facing you at any moment if you dare.
unforgotten names and places never really left behind.
Is it your imagination seeking shelter from the rain,
or alone self conversation once again.
Shadows never point a finger at the things you say or do,
silently they seem to linger any way you may run to.
Sharing every joy or torment, every laughter or despair,
facing you at any moment if you dare.
Gentle hearts that once surrenders is what you didn't understand,
conquest of the night that's ended holding you with trembling hands.
In a book a four leaf-clover marks the day you said Hallo,
till she found that it was over long ago.
Little things have lost their meaning leaving only emptiness,
tender words and simple feelings never eased your angriness.
Yesterdays remain so certain and tomorrows round the bend,
can you read the line that dark ends on your hand.
Both ends of a candle burning shine so brightly for a while,
wrinkles of a life reflecting in your smile.
Shadows never point a finger at the things you say or do,
silently they seem to linger any way you may run to.
Sharing every joy or torment, every laughter or despair,
facing you at any moment if you dare.
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