. MARY: Oh, kind sir, Uncle Archie, ARCHIBALD: Can't forget, can't eat, I wish that you could see Or sleep, or live. When you come in to the garden.
Перевод: Secret Garden. Песня из Secret Garden.
Where does your garden grow? Tell me the secrets that you know Another time, another place Where are the holy ones? Selling the secret to the sun Welcome
promised heaven like spirits in a dark and lonely castle, they are dancing at a song of a myriad of voices with the stares lost in a secret dimension
chance of losing And I can't take losing you So I'm never keeping secrets And I'm never telling lies I wanna make it up to you No, I'm never keeping secrets
Bop-bop-a-whoa Ain't no song like an old song, Charlie Bop-bop-a-whoa There ain't no song like an old song, Charlie Bop-bop-a-whoa There ain't no time
crazy, let's make a lil' Kelly Baby, I got goodies and I want you to have some I ask that you let me explore your secret garden Girl, you make me wanna
Come to my loveland, wander along Beautiful gardens full of flowers and songs Come to the sunshine, beaches and sand Here's the two bluebirds, won't you
footsteps As you're kicking up the dust And the rustling in the shadows tells you secrets you can trust The capturing of whispers is the way to write a song
echoes inside Withered roses will never bloom again Carry my weight: Those memories of you! Once I felt that you loved me These days are over, now we're through Our secret garden
fucking pity, 'cause one gets it for a song, but your jealousy honours me, for which I`ve been working hard and long. From a silent Yearning dark a secret
[Cosette stands in her garden on Rue Plumet.] Cosette How strange, this feeling that my life's begun at last This change, can people really fall in
enough to keep your ass from coming back. And with a smile and a hint of sarcasm he says "I beg your pardon, but this is my secret garden!" So if the
as that's enough to keep your ass from coming back And with a smile and a hint of sarcasm, he said "I beg your pardon but this is my secret garden" All
sir) The diamond valleys (Oh, speak on sir) The caves where sleep the stars by day Eve's clouded bower (Oh, speak on sir) Adam's garden (Oh, speak on sir) The secret
And set this song into flight In this age that lacks of grace Where poets die and leave no trace Do I toil this night long All for a rhyme, all for a song
