Paroles de la chanson Farrokh par Mark Marian

I got many friends around
But I still felt alone
Livin' in a world of mine
I was getting in the zone

Then you appeared in my insipid life
Through my ear to my heart
Your time was out, you were 45
You were a breed apart

With your Voice
Your Voice

I was living on my own
You did help me to break free
The Smile you owned made you a Queen

I no longer want to flee

Your crazy little thing called love
Is a kind of Magic
And I am now capable of
Not being just a geek

And that Voice
Your Voice

I want to break free...
I want to break free...
Farrokh, Farrokh, Farrokh !

Your voice
Your voice

Unidentified Singing Object

You were the USO
This difference that I now accept
Must go on like a show

London, November 91
I was going slightly mad
The Rhapsody of a bohemian
Never made me so sad

Your voice
Your voice
Your voice
Your voice
Your voice
Your voice
Your voice