THE BOHO DANCE
Y'a tous les enfants perdus
L'orphelinat et la folie
Univers quotidien cru
Un petit corps recroqu'villé
Est sur son lit attaché
Il y a l'enfant aux os brisés
Qui ne casse pas de crier
Irrécupérables... (2x)
Derrière la vitre du communisme
Socialisme triomphant
Y'a les mouloirs psychiatriques
Pour quelques milliers d'enfants
Un petit visage griffé
Dont le sang vient de sécher
Les enfants de Ceausescu
Ils sont tous devenus fous...
Dans les mouroirs de Roumanie<
Everyday Love
Each mornin' the sun shines through my window
Lands on the face of a dream come true
I shuffle to the kitchen for my coffee
And catch up on the front page mornin' news
Then she walks up behind me
And throws her arms around my neck
Just another moment that
I come to expect
Its ordinary, plain and simple
Typical of this everyday love
Same old, same old, keepin it, same old, everyday love
Emotion is so familiar
Nothin' bout it too peculiar
Oh, but I can't get enough
Of this everyday love
Every afternoon I make a phone call
Listen to the voice that warms my heart
I drag myself through a few more hours
Then head on home to try and beat the dark
Her smile will be right there
When I step through that door
And it'll be that way tomorrow
Just like everyday before
Its ordinary, plain and simple
Typical of this everyday love
Same old, same old, keepin it, same old, everyday love
Emotion is so familiar
Nothin' bout it too peculiar
Oh, but I can't get enough
Of this everyday love
Wouldn't change one single thing about it, no
It's a run of the mill, still I can't live without it
Its ordinary, plain and simple
Typical of this everyday
Same old, same old, keepin it,
This everyday love
Emotion is so familiar
Nothin bout it too peculiar
Oh but I can't get enough
Of this everyday love
Yeah, of this everyday love ...