Габе's posts with tag: loved songs
While the sun hangs in the sky and the desert has sand While the waves crash in the sea and meet the land While there's a wind and the stars and the rainbow Till the mountains crumble into the plain Oh yes we'll keep on tryin' Tread that fine line Oh we'll keep on tryin', yeah Just passing our time While we live according to race, colour or creed While we rule by blind madness and pure greed Our lives dictated by tradition, superstition, false religion Through the eons, and on and on Oh yes we'll keep on tryin' We'll tread that fine line Oh we'll keep on tryin' Till the end of time Till the end of time Through the sorrow, all through our splendour Don't take offence at my innuendo You can be anything you want to be Just turn yourself into anything you think that you could ever be Be free with your tempo, be free, be free Surrender your ego, be free, be free to yourself Oooh, ooh If there's a God or any kind of justice under the sky If there's a point, if there's a reason to live or die If there's an answer to the questions we feel bound to ask Show yourself, destroy our fears, release your mask Oh yes we'll keep on trying Hey, tread that fine line Yeah we'll keep on smiling, yeah And whatever will be, will be We'll just keep on trying We'll just keep on trying Till the end of time Till the end of time Till the end of time
Една много красива и любима моя песен... отключва в мен момински копнежи, цяла-целеничка ме разтреперва - душата ми светла.
Что-то внутри как у стай соединяет нас
Прости, прости, с собой возьми глоток моих фраз
Широким морем я буду плыть по дальним странам колесить
Поймаю ветер, с ним полечу чтоб на тебя надеть любовь-парчу
Мое сердце без тебя словно дикая птица без неба
Без тебя моя душа словно слабая лань без леса
Без тебя мои глаза, как налитые груди без чада
Без тебя моя слеза, как роса без утра падает...
Знаю где ты, знаю где я, лишь километры между нами
Только шепни - я подхвачу, песню свою тебе шепчу
Мое сердце без тебя словно дикая птица без неба
Без тебя моя душа словно слабая лань без леса
Без тебя мои глаза, как налитые груди без чада
Без тебя моя слеза, как роса без утра падает...
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От песните, които те карат да продължаваш да дълбаеш и да търсиш ключът в своята душа... | Under the gun | | Greatest Hits | | Sisters of mercy | |
The Sisters of Mercy - Under the gun
You don't have to say you're sorry
To look on further down the line
Into the sun
Too close that heaven
Love is fine
But you can't hold it like a ...
Two worlds apart, two together
Into that good night kiss away
Into that good night kiss away
One takes the hard, one the other
Kiss away
Are you living for love ?
Are you living for love ?
When the road gets too tough
Is your love strong enough ?
Are you living ?
Are you living for love ?
Are you living for love ?
Are you living ?
Are you living for love ?
Are you living for love ?
Do you feel your head is full of thunder ?
Questions never end ?
Empty nights alone ?
No wonder
It all comes back again
Are you living for love ?
Are you living for love ?
I've been under the gun
I've lost and I've ...
Are you living for love ?
Are you living for love ?
I've been under the gun
I'm lost and I've won ..
Forget the many steps to heaven
It never happened and it ain't so hard
Happiness is a loaded weapon and a
Short cut is better by far
Explosive bolts, ten thousand volts
At a million miles an hour
Abrasive wheels and molten metals
It's a semi-automatic, get in the car
Corrosive heart and frozen heat
We're worlds apart where we could meet
Where the street fold round and the motors start
And the idiot wields the power
Where the chosen hold the highest card
On the field of honour where the ground is hard
So the highest hand is joking wild
And the house soon fold and no one stands
I put my finger on and dialled
The tower, the moon, the gun, and
Nine nine nine, singer down
Cloudburst and all around
The first are last, the blessed get wired
The best is yet to come
I put my finger on and fired
Heat-seeking, out of the sun
You can set the controls for the heart or the knees
And the meek'll inherit what they damn well please
Get ahead, go figure, go ahead and pull the trigger
Everything under the gun
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