jgpippin

i don't want it                                            [damas] i've often wondered where my innocence went                   [i took my heart with me to damascus] i think it was taken from me                                  [a thousand miles away] by a girl named laurie                                                [a long, hard road] i don't really miss it                            [it provided no help on the journey] and i don't want it back                              [but that's to be expected] but sometimes i wish                       [wishes and hearts are for dreamers] i'd held on to it a while longer

je cherche vos yeux pour les flammes d'mille nuits ensemble je cherche vos lèvres pour les mots vous avez chuchotés doucement dans mon oreille. mais vos yeux sont froids. vos lèvres sont silencieuses. et il n'y a plus rien à dire. [rough] translation: i search your eyes for the flames of a thousand nights together i search your lips for the words you whispered softly in my ear. but your eyes are cold your lips are silent. and there is nothing left to say.