Oh the wind whistles down
The cold dark street tonight
And the people they were dancing to the music vibe
And the boys chase the girls with the curls in their hair
While the shy tormented youth sit way over there
And the songs they get louder
Each one better than before
You see my problem is this
I'm dreaming away
Wishing that heroes, they truly exist
I cry, watching the days
Il y a des hommes dont on rêves Et ceux avec qui dort Il ya des hommes qu'on regrette Et ceux qui laissent des remords Il a les hommes que l'on aime Et ceux qu'on aurait pu aimer...