Pale, pubescent beasts roam through the streets
And coffee-shops
Their prey gather in herds of stiff knee-length skirts
And white ankle-socks

But while they search for a mate my type hibernate
In bedrooms above
Composing their songs of love

Young, uniform minds in uniform lines
And uniform ties
Run round with trousers on fire and signs of desire
They cannot disguise

While I try to find words as light as the birds
That circle above
To put in my songs of love

Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice

So sing while you have time
Let the sun shine down from above
And fill you with songs of love

Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice

So let's sing while we still can
While the sun hangs high up above
Wonderful songs of love
Beautiful songs of love

Tradução Adicionar à playlist Tamanho Cifra Imprimir Corrigir