Alex Kapranos - Summer Wine Lyrics
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Summer Wine
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What Are The Lyrics For Summer Wine By Alex Kapranos?
Des fraises, des cerises, un baiser d'ange au printemps
Mon vin d'été a toutes ses saveurs en même temps I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled to A song that I had only sang to just a few She saw my silver spurs and said lets pass some time And I will give to you summer wine Oh oh summer wine Des fraises, des cerises, un baiser d'ange au printemps Mon vin d'été a toutes ces saveurs en même temps Enlève tes éperons, fais-moi tout oublier Et je te donnerai du vin d'été Mm mm vin d'été My eyes grew heavy and my lips they could not speak I tried to get up but I could not find my feet She reassured me with an unfamiliar line And then she gave to me more summer wine Mm mm summer wine Des fraises, des cerises, un baiser d'ange au printemps Mon vin d'été a toutes ces saveurs en même temps Enlève tes éperons, fais-moi tout oublier Et je te donnerai du vin d'été Mm mm vin d'été When I woke up the sun was shining in my eyes My silver spurs were gone my head felt twice its size She took my silver spurs, a dollar and a dime And left me cravin' for more summer wine Mm mm summer wine Des fraises, des cerises, un baiser d'ange au printemps Mon vin d'été a toutes ces saveurs en même temps Enlève tes éperons, fais-moi tout oublier Et je te donnerai du vin d'été Mm mm vin d'été Mm mm vin d'été Mm mm vin d'été |
Who Wrote Summer Wine By Alex Kapranos?
Lee Hazlewood
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What's The Duration Of The Summer Wine By Alex Kapranos?The duration of Summer Wine is 4:09 minutes and seconds. |
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