Feel

The tender silence of your alleys,
Alluring splashing from the sea -
It's only you who touch my feelings,
And only you I long to see.

With you I've never been alone,
Cause you're just so unique -
The only place for my soul
To be born, to love and to live.

i’m looking at the sun
through the fingers of trees
it’s a shining something
through the little twigs
i’m enjoy… this silence
so sensitive fire ,
that’s going to me
it’ s really nice

and my beautiful smile,
that’s i got from your ray
i’m return …
everybody
again and again….
i‘m exiting …
so beautiful
i want to reply…
it’s a great inspiration
of your spiritual wave

i’m looking at the sun
through the fingers of trees
everything talking
about your feelings
it’s a joke...

I was old
When I was born
I was feeling cold
And my soul was torn
I walked alone
In solitude and sorrow
I've been shown
I can see tomorrow
Then I found you
And we were one
A new life found
A new life found
It's a miracle of life
My life has been
A journey full of hop
And all I've seen
Is the end of my rope
We'll I have lost
And I have won
Counting the cost
My Faith was never gone
Then I found you
And we were one
A new life found
A new life found...

Together we lye upon this holy alter
And pray that the sunshine be swept from the vultures
The ugly result of a barbaric culture
Like queen of spades beheading those who insult her

A body of knowledge torn from its limbs
Your martyr bewilders what’s in store for him
But those who seek healing will surely be kneeling
Unstable and labeled, unable of feeling

Incapable of hatred and love
The faithful but armless reach for the above
Pulling the clouds near, driven by fear
Intent to...

Oh I walked through the party in the discoljght
Saturday is calling, and I'm feeling alright
And I get, tired of, being alone
She has my heart, but she has no home
And I tried and tried tried it again
Buy her a drink, wanna be her man
Heijo - oh high and low
Oh my baby - come lets go

Oh Ju - Juliet, ail the things you do,
They drive me mad
Ju - ju - ju - ju - Juliet
Baby I can't get you out of my head

I love the nightlife, the crazy nightlife
In the discolight baby
I love the...

Said good bye when I leff to your answering machine.
Then you jumped in a plane
girl
you know what I mean.
Pick up the phone
oh yeah - pick up the phone
oh please

I need your voice again
hearing your voice again.
Waiting so many years
feeling closer to you -
Not a sign not a trace
baby
what can I do?
Pick up the phone
oh yeah - pick up the phone
oh please
. . .
Pick up the phone
let me know - I don't want to lose you
girl.
Don't hang up
get in touch
fill the shadow in my...

Heaven is for everyone
If you're old or if you're young
Baby, you can't kiss the past goodbye
When I saw her in the night cafe
Just near by the Champs-Elysee
She lookes so sad, she breaks my heart
She told me, she will take the car
And drive to an unknown star
She falls in love with someone else - not me
And I know, my tears will never dry
When I heard her say just goodbye
I never say, she guilty, guilty for my love

Refrain:
I'll never fall in love again
I'll never fall in love...

They loved each other with delight
To self-oblivion. Devout
Was their affection, and the bout
Of their strong passion was so bright.

He met her when the Sun was setting,
And rainbow across the sky
Gladdened the kind dreamer’s eye;
High in the clouds a lark was singing.

They met by accident in the garden,
Where thousands of tulips bloomed.
The air was filled with sweet perfume,
Which was so pleasant and so ardent.

Their lips in rapturous elation
Whispered the words of gaiety...

What they are searching, what looking for?
Blind stars of wisdom - blind glance of open sore?

They want to hear your human pleads?
When every night you keep repeats
the words for mercy to the Lord,
and every single, branded word
pure despair floating through your throat?

Or they awaits when you smash up
with simple feelings filled cup?
When you breakdown, when you collapse
When you breath out «No more…enough!»

But no, you wrong.
They don’t intend.
They just the stars, they...

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из-за него не проливала ни разу.

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радио и телевещание.

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с разбитым лицом,
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