Falling through pages of martens on angels Feeling my heart pull west I saw the future dressed as a stranger Love in a space-dye vest Love is an act of blood and I'm bleeding A pool in the shape of a heart Beauty projection in the reflection Always the worst way to start "but he's the sort who can't know Anyone intimately, least of all a Woman. he doesn't know what a woman Is. he wants you for a possession, Something to look at like a painting or an ivory box. Something to own and to display. he doesn't want you to be real, Or to think or to live. he doesn't love you, but I love you. I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings, even when I hold you in my arms. it's our last chance... it's our last chance..." Now that you're gone I'm trying to take it Learning to swallow the rage Found a new girl I think we can make it As long as she stays on the page This is not how I want it to end And I'll never be open again "...i was gonna move out...ummm...get, Get a job, get my own place, ummm, But... I go into the mall where i Want to work and they tell me, i'm, I was too young..." "some people, gave advice before, About facing the facts, about Facing reality. and this is, this Without a doubt, is his biggest Challenge ever. he's going to have to face it. You're gonna have to try, he's gonna to have to try and, Uh, and, and, and get some help here. I mean no one can Say they know how he feels." "that, so they say that, in ya know Like, houston or something, you'd Say it's a hundred and eighty degrees, But it's a dry heat . in houston they say that? Oh, maybe not. I'm all mixed up. Dry until they hit the swimming pool." "...i get up with the sun... listen. You have your own room to sleep in, I don't care what you do. I don't Care when. that door gets locked, That door gets locked at night by nine o'clock. If you're not in this house by nine o'clock, then you'd better find some Place to sleep. because you're not going to be a bum in this house. Supper is ready..." There's no one to take my blame If they wanted to There's nothing to keep me sane And it's all the same to you There's nowhere to set my aim So I'm everywhere Never come near me again Do you really think I need you I'll never be open again, I could never be open again. I'll never be open again, I could never be open again. And I'll smile and I'll learn to pretend And I'll never be open again And I'll have no more dreams to defend And I'll never be open again
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famous ukranian coloratura Diana Petrynenko sings song 'The Gallant Weaver' on Robert Burns 's verses. Music by Mykola Silvansky Микола Сільванський - Роберт Бьорнс / переклад С.Маршака (російською) Діана Петриненко у супроводі ф-но. Запис українського радіо, 1973 Где к морю катится река, Быстра, бурлива и звонка, Там я встречала паренька, Веселого ткача. Семь женихов из-за реки Пришли просить моей руки. Не рвать же сердце на куски, - Отдам его ткачу! Меня бранят отец и мать, Им по душе богатый зять. Они велят мне отказать Веселому ткачу. Отец мой жаден и упрям, Грозит: «Приданого не дам!» Но к сердцу руку я придам - И все отдам ткачу. Пока вода в реке бежит, Пока пчела в цветке жужжит И рожь под ливнями дрожит, Любовь моя - ткачу! used painting: 'Bothwell Castle on the Clyde' by Paul Sandby Просмотры: 2590 Лайки: 0 Комменты: 0 Длительность: 03:18
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