Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song BaBopByeYa, artist - Janelle Monáe. Date of issue: 16.05.2010
Song language: English
BaBopByeYa |
| The only love my heart approaches |
| Your tender eyes fill mine with roses |
| I drink your wine |
| And never will my heart dry inside |
| Or be denied |
| Walking like a lonely fool in Prague |
| Singing a love song and the words I wrote |
| I wrote for two |
| Gentle as a lullaby at night |
| I hear you humming private melodies |
| You’re near |
| BaBopByeYa, where are you my darling? |
| My BopByeYa, can you hear me calling? |
| Rewind the clock, our time’s approaching |
| Give us the eyes to guide us most when |
| We have no light to see throughout all our darkest days |
| And troubled ways |
| (Meet me at the door by the garden) |
| (Meet me at the door by the garden) |
| (Meet me at the door by the garden) |
| (I'll be waiting there) |
| BaBopByeYa, they know all about you |
| BaBopByeYa, I will leave without you |
| Ojos miran hacia la luna (Eyes look to the moon) |
| Evitan un mundo tan triste (Avoid a world so sad) |
| Dominado bajo el odio (Ruled under the hate) |
| Donde el amor no existe (Where there is no love) |
| Dame en su reino refugio (Give me refuge in your kingdom) |
| De la oscuridad peligrosa (From the dangerous darkness) |
| Espero en la esquina, Querida (I'll wait at the corner, my love) |
| Busco la llamanda amorosa (I'll search for the call of love) |
| Like a lonely matador at night |
| Fighting in the darkness for the light |
| I won’t stop until I hear the call of love |
| And when I’m alone, you are near to me |
| You have made a home in my memory |
| There you will abide for forever |
| And I will keep you warm in the night |
| (Like a lonely matador at night) |
| (Fighting in the darkness for the light) |
| In the face of an awful danger |
| He risks his life to save her |
| Lowly manger |
| Arms of strangers |
| To me |
| Allude me |
| Pursue me |
| Truly |
| I hear echoes of your laughter in the corners of my mind |
| While I memorize each detail of your intricate design |
| In your hair there is a symphony |
| Your lips, a string quartet |
| They tell stories of a Neon Valley Street |
| Where we first met |
| Now somewhere time pursues us |
| As we love in Technicolor |
| But I dwell in silence on your words |
| Which move me like none other |
| This time I shall be unafraid |
| And violence will not move me |
| This time we will relax |
| This time we will stay in our movie |
| I see beyond tomorrow |
| This life of strife and sorrow |
| My freedom calls and I must go |
| I must go |
| I must go |
| I must go… |