Birds on the wing, we are the lost generationWe have to

I find myself in times of troubleMother Mary comes

The long and winding road that leads to your doorWill never

Blackbird singing in the dead of nightTake these broken wings and

I was an eagle but I cannot flyI was a lion,

It's a rainy night in ParisAnd the harbour lights are lowHe

Una mesa para dos, vino tinto de la casaEsta noche vaya

In the last moments of the dawnBefore the day begins, before

There is something on my mindAnd I'm losing concentrationAnd I feel

can see you now by the light of the

Blonde hair, blue jeans, best thing I've ever seenShe looks great,

Come to my door, meet me at midnightI can't wait anymore,

my heart is spinnin' like a wheelOnly she can

It was late at night on the open roadSpeeding like a

The cold north wind they call " la bise "Is swirling

A great lord came walking through the forestOne morning with a

When the evening turns to goldAnd thoughts return to my homeThat

And when they tell you that you're crazyYou got to try

And when they tell you that you're crazyYou got to try

1: child is born on a battlefield, A soldier