ALL OF MY LOVE
BY: LED-ZEPPELIN
Should I fall out of love, my fire in the light
To chase a feather in the wind
Within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight
There moves a thread that has no end.
For many hours and days that pass ever soon
the tides have caused the flame to dim
At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom
Is this to end or just begin?
All of my love, all of my love, oh,
All of my love to you, now.
All of my love, all of my love,
All of my love to you, now.
The cup is raised, the toast is made yet again
One voice is clear above the din
Proud Aryan one word, my will to sustain
For me, the cloth once more to spin
All of my love, all of my love, oh,
All of my love to you, now.
All of my love, all of my love,
All of my love to you, child.
Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews time
his is the force that lies within
Ours is the fire, all the warmth we can find
He is a feather in the wind
All of my love, all of my love, oh,
All of my love to you, now.
All of my love, oh, yes, all of my love, to you now
All of my love to you, child.
Sometimes... hey hey hey, oh yeah, it's all all all of my love, all of
my love, all of my love, to you now. all of my love, all of my love,
all of my love, to to you and you and you and yeah! i get a little bit
lonely. just standin' up...a little bit a-lonely
YELLOW
BY: COLDPLAY
Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And everything you do
Yeah they were all yellow
I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called yellow
So then i took my turn
Oh what a thing I've done
And it was all yellow
You're skin
Oh yeah you're skin and bone
Turning in to something beautiful
And you know, you know I love you so
You know I love you so
I swam across
I jumped across for you
Oh what a thing to do
Cos you were all yellow
I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all yellow
You're skin
Oh yeah you're skin and bones
Turning in to something beautiful
And you know, for you I bleed myself
trying
For you i bleed myself trying
It's true
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they
Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And all the things you do
SOLDIER OF FORTUNE
BY: DEEP PURPLE
I have often told you stories
About the way
I lived the life of a drifter
Waiting for the day
When I'd take your hand
And sing you songs
Then maybe you would say
Come lay with me love me
And I would surely stay
But I feel I'm growing older
And the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound
Of a windmill goin' 'round
I guess I'll always be
A soldier of fortune
Many times I've been a traveller
I looked for something new
In days of old
When nights were cold
I wandered without you
But those days I thougt my eyes
Had seen you standing near
Though blindness is confusing
It shows that you're not here
Now I feel I'm growing older
And the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound
Of a windmill goin' 'round
I guess I'll always be
A soldier of fortune
Yes, I can hear the sound
Of a windmill goin' 'round
I guess I'll always be
A soldier of fortune
Jednom kad noc
BY: OPCA OPASNOST
Jednom kad noć ukrade nebu
Sve što si voljela na njemu
Bit će ti žao,
Bit će ti žao što nisam tu
Ruke pamte samo ljubav najbolju
Jednom kad usne ne budu htjele
U strancu utjehu tražiti
Suze će srcu
Šapnuti da je pogriješilo
Jer nije ostalo tamo gdje je jedino voljelo
Kad tuga jednom na vrata dođe,
A samoća zaboli
Hoćeš li moći ime moje
Sa usana svojih skloniti?
Bili smo jednom najbolji
O nama su priče pričali
I sad kad se sjetiš, htjela bi vrijeme vratiti
Poslije mene su ti lađe slomile
Bure i vjetrovi
Jednom kad noć ukrade nebu
Sve što si voljela na njemu
Bit će ti žao,
Bit će ti žao što nisam tu
Ruke pamte samo ljubav najbolju
Kad tuga jednom na vrata dođe,
A samoća zaboli
Hoćeš li moći ime moje
Sa usana svojih skloniti?
Bili smo jednom najbolji
O nama su priče pričali
Sad kad se sjetiš
Htjela bi vrijeme vratiti
Poslije mene su ti lađe slomile sve
Bure i vjetrovi
Bure i vjetrovi