Verse 1
She was painting a portrait,
She was painting it,
And in life it seemed,
There's nothing more important!
Verse 2
And so the days flew by,
And so went the day after day,
But the nights screamed,
You two can't be together!
Chorus
And I'm painting, painting you,
And the colours come alive again,
Let it live, let it live, let it live,
My portrait love!
Verse 3
But one hot summer's day,
She looked at the portrait,
And realised that he was gone,
And that he was gone!
Chorus
And I'm painting, painting you,
And the colours come alive again,
Let it live, let it live, let it live,
My portrait love!;
Verse 4
And so the days flew by,
And so went the day after day,
But suddenly the bell rang,
[ringing]
And there he was!
Chorus
And I'm painting, painting you,
And the colours come alive again,
Let it live, let it live, let it live,
My portrait love!
Konnov Roman
Portrait UK
© Copyright: Роман Коннов, 2025
Свидетельство о публикации №125012100698
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