Composer: Zeki Muren Bulbul asikmis gule Gul naz eder bulbule Gel bana nazli gulum Cektirme artik cile Bulbul gulun gul bulbulun Asikiyim bir sunbulun
Кислый”82 Гучи, дольчи, ночи, клубы, случай… Без пяти минут невеста, тревога в моём сердце Пульт, кресло, переполненная пепельница Не нахожу себе места
Ты не пой соловей возле кельи моей, И молитве моей не мешай соловей. Я и сам много лет в этом мире страдал, Пережил много бед и отрады не знал. А теперь
I built my house beside the wood So I could hear you singing And it was sweet and it was good And love was all beginning Fare thee well my nightingale
You told me that your 20 years have gone by much too fast And you've been hoping this year will be better than the last You said you've been waging a
how long have you been free in this world of hate and greed is it black or is it white let's find another compromise and our future´s standing
Slim Когда засыпает город людей и машин, В тиши, я вижу сны, Но теперь только один из снов. Едкий дым. Переступаю порог. Coco Chanel -знакомый аромат
А вот история знакомая и вечная. Она про девочку, что так была беспечна. И все вокруг ее считали просто «лапочкой». Ну а соседи называли Красной Шапочкой
Sunrise and I see her eyes Oh, why'd you come, and oh, why? Eternally break the spell I try to tell, but I don't Oh nightingale, oh nightingale Oh nightingale
Dreaming men are haunted men, So please don't ask me to dream of you I never learned how to pretend, I don't believe, that dreams come true There ain'
I'm hanging on to my peace of mind I just don't know I'm hanging on to those good times, baby Just want to let them roll I'm gonna make it to the light
Like some night bird homeward wingin' He seeks the sheltered nest Like the sailor's lost horizon He needs some place to rest The songs that he's been
Nightingale, sing us a song Of a love that once belonged Nightingale, tell me your tale Was your journey far too long? Does it seem like I'm looking
Tell me do something true true of you and me That we're too busy living through, too busy to see What is it that we do, makes us what we are? If we sing
Four skulls in a square of bushes Fireworks now and all were wed They loved and walked and fed on garbage Moved pool tables with bad backs Since I hurt
Nightingale sing though it's blacker than the bog Nightingale sing to me, I need to hear your song Nightingale come and perch upon my tree A terrifying
1. Viel Freuden mit sich bringet die fröhliche Sommerzeit. Im grünen Wald jetzt singet wied'rum vor Freudigkeit ohn' Unterlaß mit hellem
