lonelyboy
Nouveau poète
I have never seen New York,
I often have New York in the head
I have never seen Rio,
That a sugar loaf on cards(maps) photos
I have never seen Bangkok,
But on your lips has flavors(perfumes) of China there
I have never seen New York
I have never seen Delhi,
But I have to dream about the plains of the Grail
I have never seen Barli,
As a flute which haunts distant
I have never seen Djarli,
But has Sahara in your breath there
I have never seen New York
Pour me, pour me at the bottom of you
Pour me that I see the fire(light) which burns in you
I have never seen Rio
I travel only mappe world
I have never seen Jaro,
But in my head has a lion there which scolds(mutters)
I would want to see New York, New York
Pour me, pour me at the bottom of you
Pour me that I see the fire(light) which burns in you
I have never seen Rio
I travel only
I often have New York in the head
I have never seen Rio,
That a sugar loaf on cards(maps) photos
I have never seen Bangkok,
But on your lips has flavors(perfumes) of China there
I have never seen New York
I have never seen Delhi,
But I have to dream about the plains of the Grail
I have never seen Barli,
As a flute which haunts distant
I have never seen Djarli,
But has Sahara in your breath there
I have never seen New York
Pour me, pour me at the bottom of you
Pour me that I see the fire(light) which burns in you
I have never seen Rio
I travel only mappe world
I have never seen Jaro,
But in my head has a lion there which scolds(mutters)
I would want to see New York, New York
Pour me, pour me at the bottom of you
Pour me that I see the fire(light) which burns in you
I have never seen Rio
I travel only