Dean Street Lyrics by Björn Cárdenas
Dean Street
Leads my mind to London
In that cloudy city
Beyond the endless sea
Sleeps my young girl silently
On Dean Street
It cost me 50 p for bed and breakfast
I was lying under bushes
Eating out of cans
Waking up by the church bells
From the tower of Saint Anne’s
Dean Street
Invites my weary soul into Soho
In its worn out cafes
A poet used to sing his songs
Blessed is that era
That I’m too young to belong
Dean Street
Reminds me of Anna
Just like the chiming church bells
That echo in my heart
Just like the songs from the poet
Only distance keeps us apart
Oh… hmm…
Dеan Street
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Björn Cárdenas Lyrics – Dean Street