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 1965 - angol
  
There's a little life, There's nomore time, There's a big love, And I'm a bit tired.. Everything likes 1965...
  There's a big thunder, I will never tell her... There's a blood stain, I've broke down my brain. Everything likes 1965.
  I'm just a little child, It's 1965.. I cried every night, It's 1965. I want to have a life -  It was 1965...
  I saw how mum criing, I saw how angel's falling. I feel how my daddy hurt me, He never understand me.. Everything likes 1965.
  I feel, I can't start. I feel, I can't stop. I feel I love, I feel a heart -  They will never be my own..
  I hear the sound of music, I know I had to stand up to it. I looked around - Nothing what I found. It was 1965..
  I asked my mother where daddy was. She never answered, I never understand her, And now, she dance with death...
  I want to forgive that 1965... I want to take out from my life! I feel a lot of time, I feel a lot out of my life.. It was just a year of 1965...  
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