Перевод: Secret Garden. Песня из Secret Garden.
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
fake patches on his jacket He's used bleach to fade his jeans With a brand new stay pressed shirt And some creased and wrinkled dreams His face a blemish garden
time died the love of my life Wounds cut so deep: Will I ever forget that you crept away like a thief in the night? And I'm standing on top of a mountain
for a song, but your jealousy honours me, for which I`ve been working hard and long. From a silent Yearning dark a secret, mighty spell is born. Beneath a
when I catch in the silence The sigh of a faraway song And it sings Of a world that I long to see Out of reach Just a whisper away Waiting for me! Does
in my head, shake the song off Another manic Monday night, its gonna be a long walk A car pulled up, a fixed up Cutlass A woman and a child climbed
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
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
garden I don't speak well I mumble To life's little tragedy If you touch me I crumble This song's from the wishing you well Not a boob or a bungle Just
windows Overlooking tiny gardens Cut in half by jagged mountains And the secret sacred sharing That went on beside the fountain Where the water waits forever For a
senatore a trentasette anni. Stumuk: Era un senatore de setreste año. 2:26 Guy From Alabama: What band being you playing in? Aynsley: I played in a blues band. Guy From
peace a wounded man Out of sight and out of mind The devil's staircase winding high Make it secret make it sudden And the family garden wakes to frosty
voice My words are like silk and my tears are like yours Falling from the sky from which the lost can find love amidst the pain Love is like a song you
Sliding through the secret garden, I beg the pardons Regarding the odds with my snake, he's such a slut And every will of God it gets marked as a winner
ooh There's a forest, a beautiful place The sun always shines upon your face And the wind blows away The troubles inside your mind You'll find your secret garden A
: Home. I have no home. MARY: Martha says that you're in Paris. ARCHIBALD: It's a house, child. MARY: Is that very far away? ARCHIBALD: It's just a