Singer: Smokie

The nights are colder now
Maybe I should close the door.
Anyway the snow is covered all your foot steps
And I can follow you no more.
The fire still burns at night
My memories are warm and clear.
But everybody knows
It's hard to be alone at this time of year.




The nights are getting colder -
Maybe we should shut the door?
In any case, all your tracks are covered with snow,
And I can't for him to go...
But the flame still burns at night
My memories are filled with warmth and purity...
Although everyone understands
How difficult this time of year to be alone...

I'll give you every thing I can.
I'll build your dreams with these two hands.
We'll hang some memories on the walls.
And when there's silver in your hair,
You won't have to ask if I still care,
'Cus as the time turns the page,
my love won't age at all.




I'll give you all I can.
I will fulfill your dreams with these two hands.
We hang memories on the walls.
And when you see the gray in your hair,
You don't ask - do I still
Because when time will turn the page
My love will not grow old at all.

Every time you go away,
you take a piece of me with you.




Every time you leave
You take a piece of me.

Every dream that I dream
Seems to float on by
Like a cloud in the wind
Way up in the sky.
Every move that I make
Seems to be the wrong way
Like a cold black night
After a summer's day.
What can I do?
What can I do?
Nothing's the same as it used to be...
Nothing's the same as it used to be...
What can I do?




All the dreams about the beautiful
Float away forever...
And like they
The clouds in the sky...
Every step of the Way
Drowned in the darkness
Dark chilly nights
After a hot day!
Oh, what can I do?
Oh, what can I do?
It's not like it was...
It's not like it was...
Oh, what can I do?

Now some men like the fishin',
and some men like the fowlin',
And some men like ta hear a cannon ball a roarin',
Me I like sleepin',
specially in my Molly's chamber.
Someone who likes fishing
Someone who likes to hunt birds.
Some people like to listen to the roar of cannonballs.
I? And I love to sleep
Especially in a room of my Molly.

So don't talk to me of wild wild angels,
Wild Wild angels on the skyways,
Those wild wild angels on the highways of your life,
'Cos it's people like you who never knew,
What wild wild angels have to face.
And don't tell me about wild wild angels
Wild wild angels on the heavenly ways,
These wild angels on the roads of your life
These are the same people as you, which you didn't
And you'll meet them.

Such simple things you fail to see,
You take back everything you ever give.
You don't see very simple things -
You always get what was once given.

And when you're bitten by the truth,
You blame it on your mis-spent youth
You never seem to learn by your mistakes.
And when you understand the truth
Regret the mistakes of youth.
It's never too late to learn from mistakes.

I hear voices all singing,
But no one's there...
It's the ghost of my life
Bringing past tense to mind.
Lock and key here ties me
From the freedom and sin.
I hear a singing voice,
But no one was there...
It's the Ghost of my life
Reminiscent of the past.
The key and the lock stop me
From the freedom and sin.

From the day I was born
Title Jinx was my name.
Though I tried and I tried,
That name still remained.
From childhood called me
Invariably - "rogue".
With this they fought and fought,
And rogue was gray!