Every beat of my heart Tears me further apart I'm lost and I'm alone in the dark I'm going home Every beat of my heart Tears me further apart I'm lost
don't say goodbye Chorus: Seagull carry me, over land and sea To my own folk, that's where I want to be Every beat of my heart Tears me further apart
Превод: Стјуарт, Род. Сваки Беат Оф Ми Хеарт.
Превод: Стјуарт, Род. Сваки звук Оф Ми Хеарт (Савигар / Стјуарт).
Превод: Стјуарт, Род. Сваки звук Оф Ми Хеарт.
party's gone right to my head I didn't worry, not me Panic ain't in my vocabulary Smashed beyond reproach Suddenly I wanted to take off my clothes All
You come to every night This ever changing love Is pushing me too far I feel the need to reach you Right now wherever you are These empty arms are getting stronger Every
crazy way I tried to keep my sanity By being someone else Someone that you could hold on to I only fooled myself I knew the part, but in my heart The
: (R. Stewart) Sixteen years old, looking for a hideaway I'm a set designer, my Mum and Dad thinking I'm gay I'm a lazy bugger, but I like my sport
to worry about Something I'm getting used to Dragging my heart around It's only another heartache Nothing to worry about Something I may get used to Dragging my heart
't say goodbye Chorus: Seagull carry me, over land and sea To my own folk, that's where I want to be Every beat of my heart Tears me further apart I'
: (J. Lennon, P. McCartney) There are places I remember All my life, though some have changed Some forever, not for better Some are gone and some remain
for her young man's life And in a moment seen by millions She bowed her head and cried Show my man some mercy He's the father of my child I love him
, it drives me crazy To think of her with him Come back, baby Come back home again Chorus: Ten days of rain Ten days of rain My heart is filled with
hot in black Red hot in black Oh my, when I woke up She'd already gone out to her work My head was aching and my back was scratched I've never, never
(R. Stewart) Sixteen years old, looking for a hideaway I'm a set designer, my Mum and Dad thinking I'm gay I'm a lazy bugger, but I like my sport Like
Nothing to worry about Something I'm getting used to Dragging my heart around It's only another heartache Nothing to worry about Something I may get used to Dragging my heart