Grateful Dead - I hear a voice calling
Tekst :
I hear a voice calling it must be our Lord
Must be, must be our Lord
It’s coming from on heaven high I hear a voice calling
I hear the reward, I hear the reward
On the land we shall never die
Jesus will die on cold Calvary, He’s shed His last blood
That the world might be free
So follow His footsteps up and down the way
I’ll be preparing for the great judgement day
Inne utwory
Gloria Attics of my life Desolation row Good morning, little schoolgirl All over now Push comes to shove Bondi Pier Easy wind Sunrise Cats under the stars Rosemary All along the watchtower They love each other Saint of circumstance Swing low sweet chariot I believe Losowe utwory
Hitomi tojireba anata ga iru yo itsumademo
me ga sameta toki sotto kawashita kuchizuke dake
sayounara to kawaru
Kizutsukeba soko ni anata wa inai nukumori wa
nokosareteita kako kei ni naru kurushimi dake
mune itai
Konagona ni kudake chiru kakera wo yoseatsumete mite mo
modoranai kaerenai kono basho nanika ni tatoe
Rainy eyes zutto zutto kono mama
tomerarenai mama...
And words of a thousand songs
Will not embrace days of glory
When we rise
Forests of banners march
We will give spaces to winds
Gardens to deserts
Estates to the wolves
This river
Accursed is flowing from hills
In its mission - unbroken
In its purity - eternal
Like tyrants returns
Like old kings tragedies
But rulers die at a twilight
Among the...
Can t you hear that rooster crowin ?
Rabbit runnin down across the road
Underneath the bridge where the water flowed through
So happy just to see you smile
Underneath the sky of blue
On this new morning, new morning
On this new morning with you.
Can t...
You say,
I should do it differently.
I don t,
Necessarily agree.
Stand up!
Sit down!
Be nice!
Did ya hear me ask for your advice?
Don t bother,
Trying to tell me your beliefs.
Your point of veiw is pretty straight to me.
Do this!
Wenn in Rio de Janeiro
alle Sterne am Himmel steh’n,
denkt in Rio de Janeiro
noch kein Mensch an schlafen geh’n
Von Taverne zu Taverne
zieh’n wir tanzend durch die Nacht
Und es klingen die Gitarren
und der alte Zuckerhut, der lacht...