Contactez-nous

• Artiste: Stone Coyotes (The)
• Titre: The Black Atlantic
Assurez-vous que les corrections sont tout à fait exactes
S'il vous plaît, les mettez en évidence en quelque sorte!
Vous pouvez, par exemple, écrire
INCORRECT: avant la mauvaise ligne
CORRECT: avant la correspondant ligne correcte
Autrement, nous ne pouvons les corriger pas! Merci pour votre aide.
The last thing I remember Before they brought me in Was whispering through trembling lips "Take a message to my kin" After that the only Recollection I have Is tracing with my fingertips A faded photograph I was out on the Black Atlantic Clinging to the mast (Sails tattered on the mast) Praying on the windswept deck That this ship is built to last Calling, Crying, Shouting out your name They say that once you've been there You are never quite the same My nerves are shot to pieces I've been waiting here in vain A ghost got in the looking glass Who is that I see? A shock of recognition That poor lost soul is me Since that night out on the sea No keepsakes do I have Just the thought, the dream of you And a salt-stained photograph Now I walk these paper streets And all the buildings sway The tides that shift beneath my feet Are going to carry me away