Hold me close, under the sunset
and let Gods reds and oranges soothe your eyes,
like this is all a dream.
...
Hold me close, under the sunset
in the middle of the park.
I don’t mind; with you it could be anywhere.
...
Σκουπίδι η σκέψη την πετώ τη λογική απαρνιέμαι, μ' ένα σαράκι αρμένικο για δρόμους που δε θέλησα στις χαραυγές ξεχνιέμαι.
Hold me close, under the sunset
and let Gods reds and oranges soothe your eyes,
like this is all a dream.
...
Hold me close, under the sunset
in the middle of the park.
I don’t mind; with you it could be anywhere.
...
someone is waiting behind an unlocked door
grey circle's overhead, empty's on the floor
the cracks in the walls have grown too long
the slow hand is dragging on, afraid to meet the dawn
one too many wasted sunsets
one too many for the road
and after dark, the door is always open
hopin' someone else will show
DP
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I wanna see it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
Yeah!
Rolling Stones...