Song | Garbo |
Artist | Falco |
Album | Wiener Blut |
She had exquisite style | |
She was upper class | |
She had supernatural grace | |
A m幨ange of aphrodite and venus | |
Combined with an angel's face | |
She didn't talk to the press | |
She couldn't care less | |
She didn't even answer the phone | |
She said on one occasion, without persuasion: | |
"i want to be left alone" | |
From this moment on, from dusk till dawn | |
Till the end of time, i'll be with you | |
You'll be with me, forever in my mind | |
It's you i see before me, oh oh, garbo | |
C'est toi que je t'adore, oh oh, garbo | |
A lovers' greatest story, oh oh, garbo | |
They say "well that's amore!" oh oh, garbo | |
People say on the day of victory, no fatigue is felt | |
Garbo, it's you that has the power | |
That makes ev'ry man's heart melt | |
They say that, when the heart is a fire | |
Sparks fly out of the cage but beauty is like a good wine, | |
The taste is sweeter with age | |
No man can guess in cold blood | |
What he might do in passion | |
But the things that he deplores today | |
Are tomorrow's latest fashion | |
Serving one's own passion | |
Is the greatest slavery | |
But if in wanting you | |
I become your slave | |
I intend no bravery | |
From this moment on, from dusk till dawn | |
Till the end of time, i'll be with you | |
You'll be with me, forever in my mind | |
It's you i see before me... | |
....garbo |
She had exquisite style | |
She was upper class | |
She had supernatural grace | |
A m chān ange of aphrodite and venus | |
Combined with an angel' s face | |
She didn' t talk to the press | |
She couldn' t care less | |
She didn' t even answer the phone | |
She said on one occasion, without persuasion: | |
" i want to be left alone" | |
From this moment on, from dusk till dawn | |
Till the end of time, i' ll be with you | |
You' ll be with me, forever in my mind | |
It' s you i see before me, oh oh, garbo | |
C' est toi que je t' adore, oh oh, garbo | |
A lovers' greatest story, oh oh, garbo | |
They say " well that' s amore!" oh oh, garbo | |
People say on the day of victory, no fatigue is felt | |
Garbo, it' s you that has the power | |
That makes ev' ry man' s heart melt | |
They say that, when the heart is a fire | |
Sparks fly out of the cage but beauty is like a good wine, | |
The taste is sweeter with age | |
No man can guess in cold blood | |
What he might do in passion | |
But the things that he deplores today | |
Are tomorrow' s latest fashion | |
Serving one' s own passion | |
Is the greatest slavery | |
But if in wanting you | |
I become your slave | |
I intend no bravery | |
From this moment on, from dusk till dawn | |
Till the end of time, i' ll be with you | |
You' ll be with me, forever in my mind | |
It' s you i see before me... | |
.... garbo |