Stars That Speak 歌词

	作词 : DeVille
	DeVille
	There's a park somewhere
	Maybe in new york maybe in paris
	Maybe in barcelona
	Early in the morning
	There is the artist
	The creator
	With a small black beret
	A cane
	And a small back dog
	In the twilight of his life
	Sees his work
	And he feels
	There stands the woman of his dreams
	His love made in stone
	Time is so short now
	She has her arms outstretched
	Opened
	Looking at the stars all through the day
	And longing for the night
	She feels
	She looks up at the stars
	And prays
	I would do anything
	To be a real woman
	Of flesh of love
	And of that life i long for so
	So the stars give her the night
	Warning her do not touch
	Or they will die
	The next morning
	Walking his dog
	With a cane in his hand
	The artist, he looks up
	Sees a woman entwined
	With what looks like a man
	Wrapped there together
	He said my creation, my creation
	That's a woman and that's a man
	That's a woman and that's a man
	My creation
	That's a woman
	And that's a man

	zuo ci : DeVille
	DeVille
	There' s a park somewhere
	Maybe in new york maybe in paris
	Maybe in barcelona
	Early in the morning
	There is the artist
	The creator
	With a small black beret
	A cane
	And a small back dog
	In the twilight of his life
	Sees his work
	And he feels
	There stands the woman of his dreams
	His love made in stone
	Time is so short now
	She has her arms outstretched
	Opened
	Looking at the stars all through the day
	And longing for the night
	She feels
	She looks up at the stars
	And prays
	I would do anything
	To be a real woman
	Of flesh of love
	And of that life i long for so
	So the stars give her the night
	Warning her do not touch
	Or they will die
	The next morning
	Walking his dog
	With a cane in his hand
	The artist, he looks up
	Sees a woman entwined
	With what looks like a man
	Wrapped there together
	He said my creation, my creation
	That' s a woman and that' s a man
	That' s a woman and that' s a man
	My creation
	That' s a woman
	And that' s a man

	zuò cí : DeVille
	DeVille
	There' s a park somewhere
	Maybe in new york maybe in paris
	Maybe in barcelona
	Early in the morning
	There is the artist
	The creator
	With a small black beret
	A cane
	And a small back dog
	In the twilight of his life
	Sees his work
	And he feels
	There stands the woman of his dreams
	His love made in stone
	Time is so short now
	She has her arms outstretched
	Opened
	Looking at the stars all through the day
	And longing for the night
	She feels
	She looks up at the stars
	And prays
	I would do anything
	To be a real woman
	Of flesh of love
	And of that life i long for so
	So the stars give her the night
	Warning her do not touch
	Or they will die
	The next morning
	Walking his dog
	With a cane in his hand
	The artist, he looks up
	Sees a woman entwined
	With what looks like a man
	Wrapped there together
	He said my creation, my creation
	That' s a woman and that' s a man
	That' s a woman and that' s a man
	My creation
	That' s a woman
	And that' s a man

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