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Это Иришкин перевод. Она хочет попробовать еще. Присылайте текст. The Song
Wind of cruel troubles will take you from me
Again tomorrow
It can’t leave me even the shadow to see
It asks me no
If I want to give up and go with you
Like yellow leaves may be do
Like bird of sky flying through
Chorus:
Please, do call with all your might
I will come through nights and sorrows
I will give you all my light
I will hold and I will know
I will come to place where you’re
Drawing sun rays in the morning
Where all my drops will do
Raising highly in the sky of colour blue
Many days I watching for you on the streets
And many years
I just thought you’d keep me forever and meet
But you come there
You will know not for me with flying the ways
Only because of my faith
I’ll let you go, my safe
Chorus.
Every night when sunset is getting the town
Which sleeps so silent
I am running through all my dreams and my sounds
To you, my darling
I am trying to search for you in my mind
But when I’m coming to light
You can’t to hold me next night
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2.7.2003, 13:35
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