Eyes Of A Woman — текст песни (Agnetha Faltskog)

(Paris Edvinson / Marianne Flynner)

I met her at the airport, we talked on the plane
She saw that I was downcast and said it was a shame.
I gave her all the reasons for being in despair
She said that explanations won`t get you anywhere.
It`s not a matter of virtue or the cause you defend
It`s only the moments of choice that count in the end.

We get a bit of the good life, a piece of the cake
And enough of the hard times to keep us awake.
It takes the eyes of a woman, the heart of a child
The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild,
The eyes of a woman, the heart of a child
The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild.

She hit me in a weak spot, I knew that she was right
She said, ``Can you imagine a day without a night?
Good without the evil, is a cob without the corn
It`s with the aid of demons that angels can be born
It`s not a matter of virtue or the cause you defend
It`s only the moments of choice that count in the end.``

We get a bit of the good life, a piece of the cake
And enough of the hard times to keep us awake.
It takes the eyes of a woman, the heart of a child
The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild,
The eyes of a woman, the heart of a child
The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild.

We get a bit of the good life, a piece of the cake
And enough of the hard times to keep us awake.
It takes the eyes of a woman, the heart of a child
The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild.

We get a bit of the good life, a piece of the cake
And enough of the hard times to keep us awake.
It takes the eyes of a woman, the heart of a child
The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild.