Vertaling van: Clouseau - Domino

It's not that long ago.
But it seems a distant past.
She was called Domino.
Or so she called herself
And in her eyes she had
Blue rainbows.

She did not like Clouseau.
But Mozart and the like
And at dawn.
I was surely lost.
It was a really good hit
I have a strange taste

She did not stay long.
Did not give her address.
She was called Domino.
Domino or so.

She loved far away countries
And godforsaken beaches.
And waiting for Godot.
She had culture and all
There was something in her hair.
It's hard to explain.
It looked like moonshine.
Must be my imagination. Then she said I will forget you.
She even smiled a little.
You'll get through it.
You'll make it on your own
It was hard to endure.
But I went through worse than this

She was called Domino.
Or so she called herself
And in her eyes she had
Blue rainbows.
She did not like Clouseau.
But Mozart and the like
There was something in her hair.
It's hard to explain.
It looked like moonshine.
Must be my imagination

They say I'm tough.
I'm a real shark.
It only seems that way.
Just ask Domino.
In my whole life.
I didn't care much for anyone
But for Domino I did
Domino or so.

In my whole life.
I didn't care much for anyone
But for Domino I did
Domino or so.