Et Jeff Beck on uuel plaadil sisse mänginud sellisel loo.
Kuulen sealt seda, mida ta ütleb. Sõnad pole tegelikult nii olulised, kui tervik, mille JB abil viibi ent perfektsionismi huvides pildistan need siia.
Uskumatult magus lugu tema puhul, ent peab otsima tagamõtet... Ja see on hingematvalt ilus. Kas pole mitte nii, et kõik elamata elud saavad ses loos kokku.
Mis ei tähenda seda, et neid ei oleks olnud...
I lost myself on a cool damp night
Gave myself in that misty light
Was hypnotized by a strange delight
Under a lilac tree
I made wine from the lilac tree
Put my heart in its recipe
It makes me see what I want to see...
And be what I want to be
When I think more than I want to think
Do things I never should do
I drink much more than I ought to drink
Because It brings me back you...
Lilac wine is sweet and heady, like my love
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady, like my love
Listen to me... I cannot see clearly
Isn't that he coming to me nearly here?
Lilac wine is sweet and heady where's my love?
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady, where's my love?
Listen to me, why is everything so hazy?
Isn't that he, or am I just going crazy, dear?
Lilac Wine, I feel unready for my love...
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