( Instrumental )
(Instrumental)
译文: 丽莎格尔曼诺. OP8（器乐）.
Crackling water In the crackling light And the crackling clouds Here in the crackling night I want you now If this is not hate I don't know how I ever
Wait to get off Immature, senseless Suitable Don't think intimate Confident, infinite Lay off, disconnect Subtly, indifferent If I think of love Don
Did you see it? For a second anyway it was real And there it was, who can say You didn't do enough to help it, didn't need you If it found you Would
Young woman, share your fire with me My heart is cold, my soul is free I am a stranger in your land A wandering man, call me sand Oh sir, my fire is
It won't be long It won't be long It won't be long How slow and slow and slow it goes To mend the tear that always shows It won't be long It won't be
The devil loves los angeles He has to live where his angel lives And the angel says: it beats the devil out of me Why, i love to live where there danger
She won't believe in love Oh, poor baby 'Cause he had some power Some power over her She can't begin to feel Oh, poor baby 'Cause she has no feeling
