Flying, I thought I'd never learn that flying,
I thought I'd spend my whole life trying,
For flying is that ancient art of keeping one foot on the ground...
Lying, I thought I'd never keep from lying,
I thought I'd lose it all by sighing,
For lying is that ancient art of hiding words that will never be found.
Crying, I thought I'd never stop that crying,
I thought I'd always dream of dying,
For crying is that ancient art of weeping rivers into the ground.
Oh dying, I thought I'd never see that dying,
I thought I'd spend my whole life flying,
For dying is that ancient art of keeping one world turning round.
Sighing, I thought I'd never keep from sighing,
I thought I'd always be there crying,
For sighing is that ancient art of breathing sadness all around.
And trying, I thought I'd spend my seasons trying,
I thought I could stop myself from lying,
For trying is that ancient art of proving that the world is round.
Oh flying, oh oh, lying, oh oh, crying, oh oh, sighing, oh oh,
Trying, oh oh and dying, oh oh,
For dying it that ancient art of growing flowers in the ground, Yes it is...
Я прийду до тебе з екрану, навіть пізно, навіть рано Ти від мене не сховаєшся, не втечеш Піднімай вгору долоні, ти потрапив, ти в полоні Це інформаційний простір, він без меж Я хотіла як
You're barely, barely back home Like a little fly You're like a little fly stuck in the window Dying to get inside What if you do? Would you go back outside? Out where they'll crush you
It’s Me (And I’m Ready To Go)
The autumn leaves were falling, On these old cathedral walls, There were candles in the darkness, Singing in the choir, And reading out the names, Of all the ones who've gone before, Well I could tell
Someday We’ll Look Back
Someday when our dream world finds us and these hard times are gone We'll laugh and count our blessings in a mansion all our own If we both pull together tomorrow's sure to come Someday
Rien De M?chant
Intro - Maitre Gims J'veux changer d'vie mais rien d'm?chant J'veux juste du biff mais rien d'm?chant Le but c'est pas des b?tes de jantes Le bonheur c'est pas d'vivre sur les champs J'ai tout