больна, Я струна. Мое сердце подносят к огню И поэтому я так звеню, Я смертельно больна, Я струна. Как звук по тонкой струне Любовь проходит
, Там льётся музыка тихая,тихая Переливами неповторимыми, Она играет для тебя Припев: На усталых струнах души Тихая мелодия любви дрожит, На усталых струнах
Let me hold you For the last time It's the last chance to feel again But you broke me Now I can't feel anything When I love you, It's so untrue I can
This face and lips tremble as it rips Your breath quickening as heat rushes in [Chorus] Pull Harder on the String of your Martyr Stop you cry that's
гитара есть - расступитесь, стены! Век свободы не видать из-за злой фортуны! Перережьте горло мне, перережьте вены, Только не порвите серебряные струны
Vamos aclarando este asuntico Que no estas pa policia Ni yo para andar huyendo Vamos aclarando y te repito Que no tengo todo el dia para seguir discutiendo
A summer night the hot the heat Sit at my desk fluorescent light Drawing a picture of a perfect moment I saw it once on a grand avenue That stretched
Panic open string, power grids blackout Birds all fly in numbers down to the ground Reassure the blades of green, green grass Season's still asleep more
lies pour from your tongue like a fountain of death selfish spite brands your outcome and how you see me and how you show yourself your heart strings
drift out into a distant place crawl back towards a steady base and make a frame, in which you can play your final game can you make sure that where
Never could carry a tune Never knew where to start You came along when everything was wrong And put a song in my heart Dear when you smiled at me, I
Way back in the mountains Way back in the hills There used to live a mountaineer They called him fiddlin' Will He could play 'most anything And some
I heard your voice at midnight By the river shore I saw your child sleeping Behind an open door The moon was in the river Shining up from the floor And
A safe pair of hands, a reason to stand Some guns to stick to rational demands Come on, now ladies, they won't fertilize themselves Get into the ball
Dear, when you smile at me I hear a melody It haunted me from the start Something inside of me Started a symphony Zing went the strings of my heart
Words & Music by C.E. "Hank" Snow Last night by my window so lonely, As I mentioned your name in my prayers, It seemed I could hear your voice calling
These hammers and strings been following me around From a box filled garage to the dark punk rock clubs Of 1000 American towns And my friend calls me
My dearest friend, if you don't mind. I'd like to join you by your side. Where we can gaze into the stars, and sit together, now and forever. For it
