из акварели… Сжигаю листы, и в сердце метели… Развеют огонь, потерянных нами дней…. Кисть сжимая в ладонь, рисуй свою «Акварель» …свою «Акварель» …
Разделяю себя на множество рисунков Ты же знаешь всё, Но снова их зачем-то рушишь.. Знай, мир только твой и мой Знай, я с тобой За мечту боюсь, горю I
When I'm falling down will you pick me up again? When I'm too far gone Dead in the eyes of my friends Will you take me out of here When I'm staring down
There are watercolour ponies on my refrigerator door And the shape of something, I don't really recognize Brushed with careful little fingers and put
When I'm falling down Will you pick me up again? When I'm too far gone Dead in the eyes of my friends Will you take me out of here? When I'm staring
I REMEMBER PHOTOGRAPHS WATERCOLORS OF THE PAST HE TURNED AND SAID, YOU ASK MUCH OF ME THEN, WHEN WE'D MADE OUR PEACE WE LAY BETWEEN THE SHEETS HE TURNED
Going through the motions Ending up nowhere at all Can't see the sun on my wall Going through emotions Ending up on a frozen morning With a heart not
Brazil, when stars were entertaining June, We stood beneath an amber moon And softly murmured someday soon... We kissed and clung together Then -
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Wayne Watson There are watercolour ponies On my refrigerator door And the shape of something I don't really recognize Brushed with careful little fingers
siento el palpitar de los tambores como si supieran mi destino es la luna que arde es el presagio de la sangre en mi camino y asi te encontre junto a
listening to strawberry wine for the 131st time it was 1987 and it was spring it's 1987 all the time now it's 1987 all the time well we were there too
En los mapas del cielo el sol siempre es amarillo y las nubes, la lluvia no pueden pelar tanto brillo. ni los arboles nunca podran ocultar el camino de
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Fout sa bel An lannuit le ou ni zetwal Ka brilye dan syel An lannuit ka fe'w vibre menm si ou tou sel Pas ou sav Bondie, la epi'w Wi sa bel, an lannuit
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