Last Tango - Esperanto
Rolling along Rue de la Paix
Hearing a song, turn it away
And all alone,killing the day
Rolling along Rue de la Paix
Drift in a park Picking the score
Back in a car.. Call it a bore
Call it a bore.. Call it a bore..
For all the years he tried
They said he wasn't right
They left him in the night
To win a bitter fight
He knew they couldn't know
They'd never seen his show
And in a final throe
He wrote his last tango
For all the years he tried
They said he wasn't right
They left him in the night
To win a bitter fight
He knew they couldn't know
They'd never seen his show
And in a final throe
He wrote his last tango..
Back in his room Another tune
The show begins But no on e will win
Got to be strong Well, it's been so long
Back in the room Writing a tune
Turn on the light No time to hide
Run down the street Hit on the side
Isn't that neat.. Isn't that neat..
Those years he tried
They said he wasn't right
They left him in the night
To win a bitter fight
He knew they couldn't know
They'd never seen his show
And in a final throe
He wrote his last tango
Those years he tried
They said he wasn't right
They left him in the night
To win a bitter fight
He knew they couldn't know
They'd never seen his show
And in a final throe
He wrote his last tango..
For all the years he tried
They said he wasn't right
They left him in the night
To win a bitter fight
He knew they couldn't know
They'd never seen his show
And in a final throe
He wrote his last tango....
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