Перевод: Sylvers. Ципора.
-etre, Sylvie T'en souviens-tu, Sylvie, je ne sais plus, Sylvie C'etait l'ete, l'automne peut-etre, Sylvie Je n'en sais rien, Sylvie, c'est deja loin, Sylvie
You have the bravest heart The strongest emotions After all the harm I've caused You still want my lovin' I think I've lost your love Oh baby, it's a
Words, are sometimes hard to find Silence, can be so unkind You play with love like you play with words Can't you see it's me you've hurt Now my dreams
Never took this road before Never wanted to show you more I kept my dreams all locked inside I only wanted a place to hide Life ain't always what it
I know you told me not to ask where you have been. I know you told me not to try To understand the way you live your life at night. But don't you see
You said there's no solution here to find You went away and left it all behind I tried to open up your heart But we always ended up apart I used to think
You smile at me as a painting with no colour You look at me as a star without a shine You care for me but you don't hear what I'm saying I wanna know
I still regret I turned my back on you No one makes me feel the way you do Never meant to cause you trouble Never meant to do you harm I was weaking
You're an angel on my shoulder My shelter from the storm You're an angel on my shoulder My faith when I am torn
Sittin' in a restaraunt and she walked by I seem to recall that certain look in your eye I said, "Who is that?" you said with a smile "Oh it's nobody,
spark in my heart, now you are gone Mmm, hmm, Sylvia I gently miss Sylvia I'm crazy 'bout ya, Sylvia You know I love my little Sylvia
I, I, I, I, I Hey, baby, let me stay I don't care what your friends are about to say, ah-ah What you friends all say is fine But it can't compete with
I serve you wild and full of grace, you see it written on her face You know they lock her door from the outside A subtle smile you couldn't place 'cause
a warning To give my heart a shape Who is she? Who is Sylvia? You tell yourself that somewhere Someone will forgive you Who is she? Who is Sylvia? She
Sweet bleak bliss of these pale mists pass... and i watch in trance how this weather's wind howls between the trees... and how these last signs of light
for sure And neither one remain I don't need an answer I prefer to read between the lines Back when Ted loved Sylvia Back when Ted loved Sylvia
She left me in the middle of the night In the middle of a fight She left me in the middle of the night In the middle of a fight She left me in the middle