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Roxanne
Sting

Roxanne, you don't have to put on the red light
Those days are over
You don't have to sell your body to the night
Roxanne, you don't have to wear that dress tonight
Walk the streets for money
You don't care if it's wrong or if it's right

Roxanne, you don't have to put on the red light
Roxanne, you don't have to put on the red light
Put on the red light, put on the red light
Put on the red light, put on the red light
Put on the red light, oh

I loved you since I knew ya
I wouldn't talk down to ya
I have to tell you just how I feel
I won't share you with another boy
I know my mind is made up
So put away your make up
Told you once I won't tell you again it's a bad way

Roxanne, you don't have to put on the red light
Roxanne, you don't have to put on the red light
You don't have to put on the red light
Put on the red light, put on the red light

+ نوشته شده در  Thu 18 May 2006ساعت 7 PM  توسط saeed | 

Sting
Englishman In New York

I don't take coffee I take tea my dear
I like my toast done on one side
And you can hear it in my accent when I talk
I'm an Englishman in New York

See me walking down Fifth Avenue
A walking cane here at my side
I take it everywhere I walk
I'm an Englishman in New York

I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York
I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York

If, "Manners maketh man" as someone said
Then he's the hero of the day
It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile
Be yourself no matter what they say

I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York
I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York

Modesty, propriety can lead to notoriety
You could end up as the only one
Gentleness, sobriety are rare in this society
At night a candle's brighter than the sun

Takes more than combat gear to make a man
Takes more than a license for a gun
Confront your enemies, avoid them when you can
A gentleman will walk but never run

If, "Manners maketh man" as someone said
Then he's the hero of the day
It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile
Be yourself no matter what they say

I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York
I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York

+ نوشته شده در  Wed 10 May 2006ساعت 8 AM  توسط saeed | 

Un Ange Frappe À Ma Porte
Natasha St Pier

Un signe, une larme,
un mot, une arme,
nettoyer les étoiles à l'alcool de mon âme

Un vide, un mal
des roses qui se fanent
quelqu'un qui prend la place de
quelqu'un d'autre

Un ange frappe a ma porte
Est-ce que je le laisse entrer
Ce n'est pas toujours ma faute
Si les choses sont cassées
Le diable frappe a ma porte
Il demande a me parler
Il y a en moi toujours l'autre
Attiré par le danger

Un filtre, une faille,
l'amour, une paille,
je me noie dans un verre d'eau
j'me sens mal dans ma peau

Je rie je cache le vrai derrière un masque,
le soleil ne va jamais se lever.

Un ange frappe a ma porte
Est-ce que je le laisse entrer
Ce n'est pas toujours ma faute
Si les choses sont cassées
Le diable frappe a ma porte
Il demande a me parler
Il y a en moi toujours l'autre
Attiré par le danger

Je ne suis pas si forte que ça
et la nuit je ne dors pas,
tous ces rêves ça me met mal,
Un enfant frappe à ma porte
il laisse entrer la lumière,
il a mes yeux et mon coeur,
et derrière lui c'est l'enfer

Please Comment and write the corrections for miss translations.

" I have Only My Heart "
A sign, a tear,
a word, a weapon,
to clean stars with the alcohol of my heart

A vacuum, an evil
pinks which fade
somebody who replaces
someone else

An angel strikes has my door
Do I let it enter
It is not always my fault
If the things are broken
The devil strikes has my door
It asks has to speak to me
There is in me always the other
Attracted by the danger

A filter, a fault,
love, a straw,
I drown in water glass
I smell myself badly in my skin

I laugh I hide truth behind a mask,
the sun never will not rise.

An angel strikes has my door
Do I let it enter
It is not always my fault
If the things are broken
The devil strikes has my door
It asks has to speak to me
There is in me always the other
Attracted by the danger

I am not so strong only that
and the night I do not sleep,
all these dreams that puts to me badly,
A child strikes with my door
it lets enter the light,
it has my eyes and my heart,
and behind him it is the hell

+ نوشته شده در  Sun 30 Apr 2006ساعت 10 PM  توسط saeed | 

Sacrifice
Elton John, Bernie Taupin

It's a human sign
When things go wrong
When the scent of her lingers
And temptation's strong

Into the boundary
Of each married man
Sweet deceit comes calling
And negativity lands

Cold cold heart
Hard done by you
Some things look better baby
Just passing through

And it's no sacrifice
Just a simple word
It's two hearts living
In two separate worlds
But it's no sacrifice
No sacrifice
It's no sacrifice at all

Mutual misunderstanding
After the fact
Sensitivity builds a prison
In the final act

We lose direction
No stone unturned
No tears to damn you
When jealousy burns

+ نوشته شده در  Sat 22 Apr 2006ساعت 12 PM  توسط saeed |