So glad, I'm so glad Sometimes, I'm so glad to be alive
Tłumaczenie: Ruchu. Zadowolony.
Tłumaczenie: Ruchu. Cieszę się, że [live].
(Winwood) So glad, I'm so glad Sometimes I'm so glad to be alive
eh eh..eh eh eh eh eh I feel like EH EH EH..EH EH EH EH EH It's two in the mornin' someone tell me why's there's traffic I wish I had a bumper car,
keep, O hear us when we cry to Thee For those in Peril on the sea. Oh Christ, the Lord of hill and plain, O'er which our traffic runs amain. By
new york and the white guys wish they could He was standing feet sweet looking good to go I could swing this city but the traffic moves too slow American
how I go [and your boy Baby Bash] That's how I go [Mario] How I go how I go I let the roof drop Drippin' candy with super baby In my new car And I'm glad
more Let me in, baby, I don't know what you've got But you'd better take it easy, this place is hot So glad we made it, so glad we made it You gotta
shoulders / my chest and my thighs The next thing I know/ the telephone rings I hear my own voice /on the answering machine please leave a message/ I'm glad
Two hours of my day stuck in a traffic jam; Get home just in time to watch it on TV. Makes me start to wonder exactly who I am, And if I am even close
You know when somehow Monday doesn't feel the same And it just can't get you down Yeah, I'm sittin' in this traffic jam and smilin' anyway Every time
on, oh yeah, life goes on I'm taking it day by day Life goes on, oh yeah, life goes on Don't ask me if I feel alright I'm glad that I am here tonight
it's load I can't help myself, but I must look and see All I can say is "I'm sure glad it's not me" Caught in traffic, I hate the stress Lining up
New York winter, traffic squeals The city feels so old Late December taxi ride Then run inside it's cold Got your letters Monday I think or Tuesday I
And we ate each other like candy Under the covers, two intimate lovers You fuck a nigga like you mad at me Throw the ass to me, you should be glad to
to turn to light I can feel a dream about to happen Gonna make the city ours tonight Traffic's going nowhere, we're glad just to walk hand in hand Shadows
Everything the traffic will allow There's no business like show business Everything about it is appealing There's no business I know Everything the traffic
