Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Santana
Гитара
Greg Walker
Вокал
Tom Coster
Клавишные инструменты
Pete Escovedo
Ударные инструменты
Armando Peraza
Ударные инструменты
Raul Rekow
Конга
Pablo Tellez
Бас
Graham Lear
Барабаны
David Margen
Бас
J. Areas
Конга
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Rod Argent
Тексты песен
Tom Coster
Аранжировщик струнных инструментов
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Santana
Продюсер
Tom Coster
Продюсер
David Rubinson & Friends, Inc.
Продюсер
Tom Vicari
Инженер звукозаписи
Chris Minto
Миксинг-инженер
Bernie Grundman
Мастеринг-инженер
Joe Gastwirt
Мастеринг-инженер
Слова
No one told me about her
The way she lied
Well, no one told me about her
How many people cried
Well, it's too late to say you're sorry
How would I know, why should I care
Please don't bother trying to find her
She's not there... oh oh oh
Nobody told me about her
What could I do
Well, nobody told me about her
Though they all knew
Well, it's too late to say you're sorry
How would I know, why should I care
Please don't bother trying to find her
She's not there...
Well, let me tell you about the way she looked
The way she acted, the color of her hair
Her voice is soft and cool
Her eyes are clear and bright
But she's not there...
Well it's too later to say you're sorry
How would I know, why should I care
Please don't bother trying to find her
She's not there...
Well, let me tell you about the way she looked
The way she acted, the color of her hair
Her voice is soft and cool
Her eyes are clear and bright
But she's not there...
Writer(s): Rodney Terence Argent
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