Marching Through The Wilderness (charanga) - текст песни
Marching Through The Wilderness (charanga)
(D. Byrne/J. Pacheco)
Yeah, we are the noise
The noise between stations
Yeah it's a kinda strange
Oh boy! A strange situation
I walk like a building
I never get wet
I'm looking at ladies
I'm talking like men
I don't work for the city
I don't work for the state
It's none 'a' your business
I'm doin' all right
Marching through the wilderness
Crying out for tenderness
They call me Mr. Pitiful
But ev'rything is wonderful
I'm workin' real steady
I'm workin' real hard
I'm building a monster
In my backyard
Money doesn't matter
Babies never lie
I'm going in the out door
I'm doing all right
Marching through the wilderness
Crying out for tenderness
They call me Mr. Pitiful
But ev'rything is wonderful
I walk like a building
I never get wet
I'm looking at ladies
I'm talking like men
Marching through the wilderness
Crying out for tenderness
They call me Mr. Pitiful
But ev'rything is wonderful
Soy el galan de las penas
Llorando
Sin compasion
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