puma'nın reklam müziği, harika bir mazarin şarkısı.
sözleri:
my fingers jingle round and round
forget that it may come to miss my days alone
i should have seen this one for long
for many thousand dollars blew it in the sound
i love you too as i love everyone
let the waves of inspiration
coming for their daily happenings
for they can move me
then everyone placed bells into their homes
how could anyone know that energy is brief?
how could this missed thing bring me back to you?
i was innocent alone
i could have told you
i could have told you
oh, oh, i know, i know
i know, i know, i know
i know, i know, i know
i know, i know, i know
oh, oh, i know, i know
i know, i know, i know
i could have told you
i know, i know, i know
so this is when i could sit down and explain what all this means
i'm calling into fate
i know, i know, i know
i know, i know, i know
i know, i know, i know
i know, i know, i know
is anyone listening to the words you write, else me?
has anyone perceived the innocence of well it's over?
insanı irish stepdance yapmaya iten harika bir irlanda şarkısı. sinead o'connor yorumu da mevcuttur.
sözlerini de yaz, tam olsun diyenler için:
i'll tell me ma, when i go home,
the boys won't leave the girls alone.
they pull my hair, they stole my comb,
and that's alright till I go home.
she is handsome, she is pretty,
she's the belle of belfast city,
she is courtin', one, two, three,
please won't you tell me who is she?
albert mooney says he loves her,
all the boys are fighting for her.
they rap at the door and they ring at the bell,
saying 'oh, my true-love are you well?'
out she comes as white as snow,
rings on her fingers, bells on her toes,
old jenny murphy says she'll die,
if she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye.
i'll tell me ma . . . .
let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
and the snow come tumblin' from the sky
she's as sweet as apple pie
and she'll get her own lad by and by.
when she gets a lad of her own
she won't tell her ma when she gets home
let them all come as they will,
for it's albert mooney she loves still.
i'll tell me ma . . . .
