Took a night flight from the city Saw the daylight in Milano Twenty four hours to breathe it in To go up there into the cafe That's when I saw her face
Milan, oh! madrid, chicago, paris I searched and I searched again I turned around to see if you were looking back I saw your eyes and fell in love I
to do with anything I?ve had to drink There?s something wrong with the way I think I know I can, I know I can I?m fine when I am with my own hand Never use my rusted gun of Milan
And then there were uniforms We're marching in Milan We're marching in Milan
Milan, oh! Madrid, Chicago, Paris I searched and I searched again I turned around to see if you were looking back I saw your eyes and fell in love
le plafond blanc les yeux grands ouverts, A quoi pensais tu ce soir la ? Ta voix, lentement, repart en arriere tu reviens sur les premiers pas; La gare de milan
Don't say good bye Don't say good bye Don't make me cry Don't make me cry... Don't say good bye... I used to think it was ok Now i don't know what could
to do with anything I've had to drink It's something wrong with the way I think I know I can, I know I can I'm fine when I am with my own hands Never used my rusted gun of Milan
Prevod: Art Brut. Zahrđao Guns Of Milan.
Prevod: Barney. Milan In Dog (Version 2005).
Prevod: Jay Chou. Mi Lan De Xiao Jiang Tie (Small Milanu Ironsmith).
Prevod: John, Elton. Marching v Milan.
Prevod: Jay Jay Johanson. Milan, Madrid, Chicago, Pariz.
Que le temps passe Un peu trop vite De devoir m?aimer pour la vie Qu?elle te revienne D?amour en fuite Que tu t?eprennes Comme les femmes changent d?avis
A bout de souffle j'ai balance les cendriers A chacun d'ces conbats moi J'Essaie d'arreter Les trains s'en vont sans moi je prend le temps qui passe L
Je dessinerai ton prenom partout sur les murs Sur le goudron vendalise a la peinture Je descendrai dans la rue pour manifester Insurrection, garde a vue
A l'heure ou l'on s'endort enlaces quand on s'aime sous les draps il me reprendra son corps pour moi toutes les nuits sont les memes j'entends ses
Le goudron par-terre qui se colle a vos pieds, poussieres au fond de l'air qu'on s'epuise a respirer, le desert qui refuse de fleurir. Le coeur a la
