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Billie Holiday - Back in your own backyard

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The bird with feathers of blue
Is waiting for you

Back in your own backyard
You ll see your castles in Spain
Through your window pane
Back in your own backyard
Oh you can go to the East
Go to the West
But someday you ll come
Weary at heart
Back where you started from
You ll find your happiness lies
Right under your eyes
Back in your own backyard

The bird with feathers of blue
Is waiting for you
Back in your own backyard
You ll see your castles in Spain
Through your window pane
Back in your own backyard
Oh you can go to the East
Go to the West
But someday you ll come
Weary at heart
Back where you started from
You ll find your happiness lies
Right under your eyes
Back in your own backyard

Inne utwory

  • Big stuff
  • Lady sings the blues
  • Carelessly
  • Good morning heartache
  • The very thought of you
  • I wished on the moon
  • Farewell to storyville
  • Thats all I ask of you
  • Speak low
  • Do your duty
  • Keeps on raining
  • If my heart could only talk
  • On the sunny side of the street
  • Easy living
  • Mean to me
  • Glad to be unhappy
  • Losowe utwory

    Niczego nie żałuję

    [x2]
    Nie wiem czy w życiu mogłem zrobić coś lepiej
    Nie wiem czy w życiu mogłem zrobić coś mądrzej
    Żyję tak jakbym jutro miał mieć pogrzeb
    Niczego nie żałuje i tak jest mi dobrze

    Może mogłem zostać na lepszej uczelni i nie wylecieć
    Albo wylecieć do Stanów i zostać zwykłym śmieciem
    Albo w sumie mogłem męczyć się...

    El dolor de amor

    Se presenta de repente y se acerca aunque no quieres cuando falla alguno de los dos
    se olvidan los te quieros,solo queda el silencio y el vacio amargo del adios

    Pero que pena me da cuando me hablan de ti
    pero q ravia me da cuando sere feliz
    pero q duro sera ya no...

    Mellow together

    Let s get really mellow together baby
    Hold me like you never done before
    Let s get really mellow together baby
    And climb the highest plateau of our love
    Oh you boring little creep
    Don t say that this ain t love
    I d...

    Through the infinitive halls of death

    I know that my old life is ending
    very soon I ll lose my breath
    But raise up high or slow descending
    [is the question after death]
    Death is a forecourt to hell, where the lost of humanity dwell [x 2]

    In the realm...

    The State

    In my darkest hour I breathe out the name and sigh
    I m for her to devour to rape with whips of shame... and I sigh

    The state I ache to be in, the state I crave for

    The bringer of the night
    reveals the blessing disguised with...