Oli aivan pakko saada laittaa tänne blogiin niin ihanan biisin, kuin Viva la Glorian -sanat. (Ja voin sanoa, että tuo bloginimenikin tulee tuosta biisistä. : D ) Voin sitten lueskella vaikka yksinäni noita sanoja, jos muita ei kiinnosta. : D Juu, mutta tässä ne nyt.
Hey Gloria?
Are you standing close to the edge?
Look out to the setting sun
The brink of your vision
Eternal youth is a landscape of the lie
The cracks of my skin can prove
As the years will testify
Say your prayers and light a fire we’re going to start a war
Your slogan’s a gun for hire
It’s what we waited for
Hey Gloria
This is why we were on the edge
The fight of our lives been drawn to this undying love
Gloria! Viva La Gloria!
You blast your name in graffiti on the walls (oh)
Falling through broken glass that’s slashing through your spirit
I can hear it like a jilted crowd
Gloria! Where are you Gloria?
You found a home in all your scars and ammunition
You made your bed in salad days amongst the ruins
Ashes to ashes of our youth
She smashed her knuckles into winter (Gloria)
As autumns wind fades into black
She is the saint of all the sinners (Gloria)
The one that’s fallen through the cracks
So don’t put away your burning light
Gloria! Where are you Gloria?
Don’t lose you faith to your lost naivete
Weather the storm and don’t look back on last November
When your banners were burning down
Gloria! Viva La Gloria!
Send me your amnesty down to the broken hearted
Bring us the season that we always will remember
Don’t let the bonfires go out
So Gloria
Send out your message of the light that shadows in the night
Gloria where’s your undying love?
Tell me the story of your life …
(Your life!)
Ei sitten kannata ihmetellä, jos teksti sisältää virheitä, sillä nuo sanat pystyi kopioimaan vain harvoilta sivustoilta joihin oli varmaan tullut/lisätty virheitä ja noin. Sehän on aina se, ettei niitä oikeita sanoja pysty ikinä kopioimaan ja ne, jotka pystyy, sisältävät aina jotain epämääräistä sälää. Mutta tuo nyt tuossa lähestulkoon oikein. ; ))
Shrewd. They took much more time than Tom’s, as much in truth as his sister’s, after they parted. I never observed a finer action of tragic woo, or perhaps discovered sounds very much more pitiful than all of those aged loving whinges of hers.
YfQ5vb Real brain power on dpislay. Thanks for that answer!