And when I looked the Moon had turned to gold Blue moon Now I'm no longer alone Without a dream in my heart Without a love of my own Blue moon Now I'
译文: 视觉. 蓝月亮.
den Himmel ich fand Freude und frieden innerhalb meines Gem?tes im Sand im Gras in den H?geln eines Landes das man BLUE MOON nennt ich h?re es in einem
den Himmel ich fand Freude und frieden innerhalb meines Gemutes im Sand im Gras in den Hugeln eines Landes das man BLUE MOON nennt ich hore
what it brings I found heaven I found joy And peace within my mind In the sand In the grass In the hills of the land Called blue moon Blue moon I heard
silver lining Of the clouds that tumble by Tell me why it's so hard for us to see the bright Side of the hidden moon, a hidden silent moon I have a secret blue
Standing on the moon I got no cobweb on my shoe Standing on the moon I'm feeling so alone and blue I see the Gulf of Mexico As tiny as a tear The coast
It was Saturday nite the moon was bright shining It was Saturday nite the moon was bright shining down as harvest light Music all around to hear set
m feeling just right How's about a corner With a table for two? Where the music's mellow Is a gay rendezvous There's no chance romancing With a blue
full moon glows, light reflects off of my gold Seven men with shields of david on top of they post Soft wind blows, breath through my silk blue robe After
to be "Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?" We do it alive, blowin' the spot of this Showin' to prove what rap is. ("What is it?") Marauder, pass the blue moon
vie Some would like to say life is all for nothing Living on the surface at best, never seeing the rest Came like a vision to me, somewhere from the blue
that when I think of you You're not alone After all, all I have in my heart Are the pieces, that I found Shades of blue, swimming in the moon Counting
The chair's been kicked, a rope tied to the rafters Blue faced and broken necked, I sigh Relieving my vision from the sick mocking stare Of that hated
drunk man smiles at thistle under a Poet's moon Under a Poet's moon there's a life sign burning A Poet's moon like a vision shining and The lovers lie
I used to be color-blind But I met you and now I find There's green in the grass There's gold in the moon There's blue in the skies That semi-circle
My head on the wall And I must have been crazy To leave Oh yeah, yeah Strange kind of blues coloured moon Shines in the middle of my room. Sometimes I'm burning With a vision
Yeah, I was looking out my window now When I heard this sounds, looked up into the sky Saw the moon turn to blood, looked at my little brother Said, "
