Vapor

Sitting by the bed side
Held his hand and kissed his face
Then he closed his eyes and I watched him slip away
Seems like only yesterday
He was young as I am now
But soon “now” will be the past
Yeah, time is turning fast
I want to live, I want to love
Like one more day is
Never too much and never enough
I want to drink in every minute that I can
Cause life is a vapor
Fire and paper
Gonna make the most of it
Before it’s gone
When I lay my head down at the end of another day
Did I keep it all to myself
Or did I give my love away?
Did I hold who should’ve been held
So they remember just how that felt?
Did I say what should be said?
Will I wake with no regret?
I want to live, I want to love
Like one more day is
Never too much and never enough
I want to drink in every minute that I can
Cause life is a vapor
Fire and paper
Gonna make the most of it
Before it’s gone
There was a man who walked the land centuries ago
He brought water to the thirsty heart
And food to the hungry soul
He was here only 33 years
But His life changed the world
And He gave up all he had
I want to leave a legacy like that

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Ягоды, вишни, пьяная дурная трын-трава Мы словно мыши Мы пальцы ломаем бережно Я скажу правду невозможную и сразу застыну Пусть я теряю, пусть я начинаю заново Стразы метая, чья-то полетела голова Эта роль – это

Fear is like a tree That grows inside of me silently And you could be my blood And be a part of me secretly I've lost a war I've lost a fight I've killed a man Wasted

Белым гипсом инея скованы сады, Стынет речка зимняя зеркалом беды. Два озябших путника у любви в долгу, Ноченькой безлунною прятали слезу. ПРИПЕВ: Колея, по судьбе колея. Виноваты не ты и не я, Что петляем дорогой хмельной Мы

Got a sweet black angel, Got a pin up girl, Got a sweet black angel, Up upon my wall. Well, she ain't no singer And she ain't no star, But she sure talk good, And she move

Nous sommes tous a la merci du monde Qui change chaque seconde Nous sommes tous fait d’espoir De doutes, de hasards Mais vos regards sont nos phares C’est comme une bouff?e d’oxygene Car nos joies et