the professor

tam adı the professor & la fille danse olan damien rice parçası.
özellikle la fille danse kısmı pek bir hoştur.

i don’t know if i’m wrong
’cause she’s only just gone...
here’s to another relationship
bombed by my excellent breed of gamete disease,
i’m sure when i’m older i’ll know what that means...
cried when she should and she laughed when she could,
here’s to the man with his face in the mud,
and an overcast play just taken away
from the lover’s in love at the centre of stage yeah...

loving is fine if you have plenty of time
for walking on stilts at the edge of your mind,
loving is good if your dick’s made of wood
and the dick left inside only half understood her...
what makes her come and what makes her stay?
what makes the animal run, run away?
what makes him stall, what makes him stand,
and what shakes the elephant now
and what makes a man?
i don’t know, i don’t know, i don’t know
no i don’t know you any more, no, no, no, no...

i don’t know if i’m wrong
’cause shes only just gone,
why the fuck is this day taking so long...
i was a lover of time and once she was mine,
i was a lover indeed, i was covered in weed...
cried when she should and she laughed when she could,
closer to god is the one who’s in love
and i walk away cause i can,
too many options may kill a man

loving is fine if it’s not in your mind
but i’ve fucked it up now, too many times...
loving is good if it’s not understood,
yeah, but i’m the professor
and feel that i should know
what makes her come and what makes her stay?
what makes the animal run, run away
and what makes him tick apart from his prick
and the lonelier side of the jealousy stick...
i don’t know, i don’t know, i don’t know
hell i don’t know you any more

well i don’t know if i’m wrong
’cause she’s only just gone...
here’s to another relationship
bombed by my excellent breed of gamete disease,
i’ll finish it off with some french wine and cheese...

la fille danse
quand elle joue avec moi
et je pense que je l’aime des fois
le silence, n’ose pas dis donc
quand on est ensemble
mettre des mots
sur la petite dodo...

la fille danse
quand elle joue avec moi
et la pluie, elle me manque,
pourquoi?
non, non,
c’est la chanson, la nuit, le vent,
l’amour, le son
de la petite dodo

ouvrir les seins
où un poème plein
que l’on a composé exprès pour le coeur
et au même instant
se tenir par la main
se promener en parlant de tout et de...
de rien...

bütünü için :

http://tinyurl.com/nk28pt

la fille danse bölümü için:

http://tinyurl.com/2d2bd3p

(engeli kalkan youtube linkleridir.)