Текст песни Thousand Windows - Karel Gott
                                                As 
                                                    I 
                                                walk 
                                                around 
                                                the 
                                                lonely 
                                                town
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                cloak 
                                                of 
                                                night 
                                                wears 
                                                    a 
                                                moonlit 
                                                gown
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                lamps 
                                                reflect 
                                                my 
                                                dreams
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                rainy 
                                                streets 
                                                of 
                                                lovers' 
                                                streams
 
                                    
                                
                                                Strangers 
                                                pass 
                                                me 
                                                by, 
                                                where 
                                                do 
                                                they 
                                                go
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                say 
                                                goodbye 
                                                or 
                                                to 
                                                say 
                                                hello?
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                empty 
                                                rooms 
                                                alone
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                to 
                                                arms 
                                                that 
                                                long 
                                                to 
                                                see 
                                                them 
                                                hold?
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                    a 
                                                thousand 
                                                windows 
                                                light 
                                                the 
                                                shadows 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    a 
                                                thousand 
                                                rooms 
                                                are 
                                                hidden 
                                                from 
                                                my 
                                                sight
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                the 
                                                young, 
                                                the 
                                                old, 
                                                the 
                                                lonely 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                lovers 
                                                there
 
                                    
                                
                                                Does 
                                                the 
                                                city 
                                                have 
                                                no 
                                                time 
                                                to 
                                                care?
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                busy 
                                                crowd 
                                                that 
                                                hurries 
                                                by
 
                                    
                                
                                                Do 
                                                strangers 
                                                care 
                                                if 
                                                you 
                                                laugh 
                                                or 
                                                cry?
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                then, 
                                                of 
                                                course 
                                                it's 
                                                true
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                the 
                                                passer-by 
                                                has 
                                                troubles 
                                                too
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                the 
                                                road 
                                                of 
                                                life, 
                                                where 
                                                we 
                                                belong
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                hope 
                                                someday, 
                                                someone 
                                                comes 
                                                along
 
                                    
                                
                                                Through 
                                                light, 
                                                the 
                                                windows 
                                                of
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hearts 
                                                that 
                                                long 
                                                to 
                                                find 
                                                their 
                                                own 
                                                true 
                                                love
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                    a 
                                                thousand 
                                                windows 
                                                light 
                                                the 
                                                shadows 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    a 
                                                thousand 
                                                rooms 
                                                are 
                                                hidden 
                                                from 
                                                my 
                                                sight
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                the 
                                                young, 
                                                the 
                                                old, 
                                                the 
                                                lonely 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                lovers 
                                                there
 
                                    
                                
                                                Does 
                                                the 
                                                city 
                                                have 
                                                no 
                                                time 
                                                to 
                                                care?
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Požehnej, bože můj
2 Nech mě spát
3 Thousand Windows
4 Nevěřím
5 Vítám Vítr V Údolí
6 San Francisco
7 Slunce A Já
8 Červená rakev
9 Duj, duj, duj
10 Marlena
11 Pouťový triky
12 Danny Boy
13 Proč ptáci zpívají
14 Amor
15 Zavřu Teď Krám S Básněmi
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