paroles de chanson Stories - Viktor Lazlo
Stories
- VIKTOR
LAZLO,
1986
I
remember
quite
clearly
now
when
this
story
happened.
The
autumn
leaves
were
floating
and
measured
down
to
the
ground.
Recovering
the
lake
where
we
use
to
swim
like
children
On
the
sun
would
dare
to
shine.
That
time,
we
used
to
be
happy
Well,
I
thought
we
were,
But
the
truth
was
that—
You
had
been
longing
to
leave
me,
Not
daring
to
tell
me
On
that
precious
night
watching
the
lake
vaguely
conscious
You
said:
Our
story
was
ending.
Now
I'm
standing
here
No
one
to
wipe
away
my
tears,
No
one
to
keep
me
warm
And
no
one
to
walk
along
with,
No
one
to
make
me
feel
No
one
to
make
me
while,
OH!
What
am
I
to
do?
I'm
standing
here
alone,
It
doesn't
seem
so
clear
to
me
What
am
I
supposed
to
do
about
this
burning,
heart
of
mine
OH!
What
am
I
to
do?
Or
how
should
I
react?
OH!
Tell
me
please!
The
rain
was
killing
the
last
days
of
Summer
You
had
been
killing
my
last
breath
of
love
Since
a
long
time
ago
I
still
don't
think
I
am
gunna
make
it
through
another
love
story
You
took
it
all
away
from
me
And
there
I
stand,
I
knew
I
was
gonna
be
the
...
The
one
left
behind.
But
still
I'm
watching
the
lake
vaguely
conscious
And
I
know---My
life
is
ending.
Now
I'm
standing
here
No
one
to
wipe
away
my
tears,
No
one
to
keep
me
warm
And
no
one
to
walk
along
with,
No
one
to
make
me
feel
No
one
to
make
me
while,
OH!
What
am
I
to
do?
I'm
standing
here
alone,
It
doesn't
seem
so
clear
to
me
What
am
I
supposed
to
do
about
this
burning,
heart
of
mine
OH!
What
am
I
to
do?
Or
how
should
I
react?
OH!
Tell
me
please!
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