Richard Anthony - 59-71-75 versuri traducere în engleză

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59-71-75

Nineteen fifty-nine, it's a plane that crashes
Taking Buddy Holly with it to the grave
Nineteen sixty-nine, music is in art
They say rock is dead, and may God rest its soul
 

And you left me to revel in madison, jerk, twist, or monkiss, at the end of the nights
You didn't want to prolong the dawn on rock anymore
It was pop the new love of your life
 

Nineteen seventy-one, I see time going by
So much music in my heart comes and erases your trace
And when Gene Vincent leaves us to sing in the flames
They say rock is dead, and may God rest its soul
 

And I searched for you, but you were called madison or jerk, or twist or even monkiss, or God knows what
You didn't want to be called by the name of Rock anymore
You were pop, but I liked your golden dress
 

Nineteen seventy-five, the journey was long
You come back to me today with rock in your bags
He lives a little like you, is rock a woman
Who says that pop is dead, and may God rest its soul?
 




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