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Катя! Здравствуй!
Вот, что я хотел тебе предложить для прочтения.
Ответь как это звучит и что это такое?

By Pablo Jose Maria Bandurra, November 20, 2002.

Under pot:)))

You can paint your life in colors,
You can sate your days with flowers,
When the wind blows like a breeze
And the rain turns into tears

When the clouds resemble vessels
And the trees they march like rebels
You can laugh laud for no reason
You’re in love with every season.

Love revisited

If your love has gone one morning,
And there’ll be for you no dawning,
Ask a dot that’s on the wall,
If your love is not all wrong.

No, it’s wrong, just an illusion –
That’s the only one conclusion.
So go throw those chains away!
Free your future, free your way!

Yes, it’s true, it’s in your heart,
She’ll be your sweet only part!
Think it over, think it twice,
To avoid such pleasant lies!

‘Cause from time to time hereafter
You’ll recall her with no laughter,
Till the day you’ll find another
Who will quit some day or other.

There’s a song…

There’s a song, there’s a story,
It reminds me of her glory.
How she moves, how she speaks!
All her ways I love the best!

Day by day and night by night
I’m inspired by that light,
That is burning my soul through,
And I can not find the rest.

All those sleepless nights again
Come to my mind along the lane,
The song produces every time,
As I’m turning on that tape.

It keeps on happening now as well,
Some tear drops seem to be a spell.
I press my fingers to my eyes…
But I’m always being late…

Вот, наверное и всё пока.
Сергей.

С.Захаров   03.12.2002 12:49   •   Заявить о нарушении