Instrumenty
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Opera
Kompozytorzy
Wykonawcy

Teksty: Elvis Costello. North. When Green Eyes Turn Blue.

Every single time it becomes too much
There's nothing I can say or I can touch
But the glory is, as it comes passing through
I know I will be there when green eyes turn blue

It's the same for me time appears to teach
There is nothing quite beyond our reach
Wits may sharpen up their cuts and clever flays
Let them squander all of them you brighten up my darkest gaze

And as a consequence I can see out of the gloom
That I gathered about myself
That I thought would flatter me
What the hell was the matter with me?

Every single time I approached despair
I thought of your name and you were there
I won't burden you as promises will do
But I know I will be there when green eyes turn blue