Nhạc sĩ: Luis Fernando Ochoa
Lời đăng bởi: fenghui.liu
I'm walking on a sea of dried leaves I'm going to Los Angeles over Berlin They are singing next to me a hallelujah While the rain falls inside of me I miss your voice I'm on the edge of a cliff I miss the air I miss the sun I miss another day without you I don't need anything To get any further Not all the fame, not all the money I don't need anything If you're not with me The loneliness sticks to my bones I don't need anything Nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing Nobody guesses what fate will bring Our path in this middle of the desert I throw my bag of Chanel from the Chinese neighborhood To the wet floor and I run I miss your voice I miss touching you I miss looking at you I miss the air I miss the sun I miss another day without you I don't need anything To get any further Not all the fame, not all the money I don't need anything If you're not with me The loneliness sticks to my bones I don't need anything Nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing I don't need anything To get any further Not all the fame, not all the money I don't need anything If you're not with me The loneliness sticks to my bones I don't need anything Nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing No No No No No