Three little birds, sat on my window. And they told me I don't need to worry. Summer came like cinnamon So sweet, Little girls double-dutch on the concrete. Maybe sometimes, we got it wrong, but it's alright The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same Oh, don't you hesitate.
[...] You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.
This is why I always whisper When vagabonds are passing by I tend to keep myself away from their goodbyes Tide will rise and fall along the bay and I'm not going anywhere I'm not going anywhere People come and go and walk away but I'm not going anywhere I'm not going anywhere
You know my love, this was no dream of mine But the way you ride those waves makes me want to follow you blind And what I'm thinking of just this time Why don't you lay your head down in my arms, in my arms Lay your head down in my arms Lay your head down in my arms, in my arms Lay your head down in my arms
הנה הם באים ימים של שקט אחרי הרעש הגדול והנורא אפשר לנוח קצת על המרפסת ולאסוף את שברי הסערה
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