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В рубрике: Тексты песен — 31.07.2012

Music by Konstantin Meladze
Original Russian lyrics by Konstantin Meladze
English lyrics by Yuriy Kaminskiy

WE FOUND OUR SACRED TREASURE –
PRECIOUS LOVE…

IT WAS NOT THAT EASY
TO WAKE UP A DREAMING FLOWER…
I LIVED ON MY OWN,
I WAS SHY AND MODEST
I’M A SEXY SINGING POWER,
THE FAIREST OF ALL”
HE WAS MR. ALL-TO-KNOW WHO EXPLAINED ME
TO FORGET MY SILLY CHILDISH COMPLAINING;
HE USED TO SAY I DON’T KNOW HOW TO ACT
AND HOW TO LIVE…

HE WAS MY DIRECTOR, MY BOSS AND MY ACTOR…
AND I WAS A GODDESS IN HIS LIFE,
THE SLAVE OF HIS DREAMING –
ALL THAT WAS FORGIVEN
WHEN I FOUND THE SECRETS OF THE NIGHT

IT WAS JUST DAYDREAMING, BUT SOMEHOW
TURNED VERY REAL – THE FANCY CAME TRUE –
WINGS OF LITTLE SPARROW GREW
AND I BECAME THE EAGLE WHO COVERED THE MOON
HE WAS MR. ALL-TO-KNOW WHO BELIEVED ME,
BUT, MY DARLING, – YOU WILL HAVE TO FORGIVE ME
COS IT’S TIME TO SHAKE HANDS. SAY “GOOD-BUY”,
FORGET MY LOVE.


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