Re: Motivi qe me kalon ne mendje dhe e murmuris me
On my mind, on my mind, on my mind,
on my mind there´s a thing that I can´t explain,
and I´m quiet, yes I´m quiet, very quiet,
really quiet most of my time.
People talk to people go and make them shush,
can you stand them talking superficial guff?
Our communication is going down a lot
but it is really not my fault
you spoil it when you talk.
On my mind, on my mind, on my mind,
on my mind there´s a thing that I can´t explain,
and I´m quiet, yes I´m quiet, very quiet,
really quiet most of my time.
You say I was a good friend and I have gone down hill,
honestly I don´t know if you were so to me.
Can you understand me? Can you hear me shout?
If you don´t understand me, leave me in my cloud.
Talking of life I´m not to keen,
sometimes I face it, sometimes I cry, cry, cry ...
On my mind, on my mind, on my mind,
on my mind there´s a thing that I can´t explain,
and I´m quiet, yes I´m quiet, very quiet,
really quiet most of my time.
Talking of life I´m not to keen,
sometimes I face it, sometimes I hide, hide, hide ...
On my mind, on my mind, on my mind,
on my mind there´s a thing that I can´t explain,
and I´m quiet, yes I´m quiet, very quiet,
really quiet most of my time.
On my mind ...
on my mind ...
yes I´m quiet ...
really quiet ...
On my mind, on my mind, on my mind,
on my mind there´s a thing that I can´t explain,
and I´m quiet, yes I´m quiet, very quiet,
really quiet most of my time.
People talk to people go and make them shush,
can you stand them talking superficial guff?
Our communication is going down a lot
but it is really not my fault
you spoil it when you talk.
On my mind, on my mind, on my mind,
on my mind there´s a thing that I can´t explain,
and I´m quiet, yes I´m quiet, very quiet,
really quiet most of my time.
You say I was a good friend and I have gone down hill,
honestly I don´t know if you were so to me.
Can you understand me? Can you hear me shout?
If you don´t understand me, leave me in my cloud.
Talking of life I´m not to keen,
sometimes I face it, sometimes I cry, cry, cry ...
On my mind, on my mind, on my mind,
on my mind there´s a thing that I can´t explain,
and I´m quiet, yes I´m quiet, very quiet,
really quiet most of my time.
Talking of life I´m not to keen,
sometimes I face it, sometimes I hide, hide, hide ...
On my mind, on my mind, on my mind,
on my mind there´s a thing that I can´t explain,
and I´m quiet, yes I´m quiet, very quiet,
really quiet most of my time.
On my mind ...
on my mind ...
yes I´m quiet ...
really quiet ...