Sultans of Swing

Guest post by Alec W. Bauer

English -> Yiddish -> Afrikaans -> Welsh -> Albanian -> Welsh -> Belarusian -> Thai -> Yiddish -> Afrikaans -> Yiddish

You are in the dark relaxation
Rain gardens, but all of us
South of the river to stop and sign all
Dixie with two blown four times
If you feel that your music to adapt

You step inside but you can not see faces
If you like the rain refused to listen to jazz
The other kompetitors
But many can not do it well
South Road, south of London

You see he knows George guitar chords all
Heart rate will not cry or sing
Goytarist of all ages can afford
If the player that his idol

And Harry do not know if he is not
This is the best work
Honey is a tank game
Reserved for Friday
By Sultan Sultan swing

Mass of the young people in the corner of New York
Baggyes coffee and put the best and the platform
They spit in a match in the amount of pipe
This is not what they call a rock and roll and
Kreole Sultan played

Culture and people with a microphone
She said the last call
Thank you goodnight now it's time to go home
There is no fixed capacity
We move Sultan

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