Как, с чего начать
Мою историю,
Чтоб вновь не повторять
Слова знакомые,
Чтоб людям дать понять:
Рассказ мой - истина,
Мне нечего скрывать.
С чего начать?
Как вам объяснить,
Что иногда живется так, как хочешь жить,
Что иногда бывает так, как должно быть,
Как объяснить вам, что такое - "полюбить"?
Как объяснить, без слов и фраз,
К которым слух привык,
Любовь у нас -
Не то, что у других.
И мой рассказ
Взят не из книг,
История любви - и в ней за строкой строка
Пусть сберегут и сохранят в веках
Тепло твоей руки в моих руках!
Началась давно
Моя история, но знаю я одно:
Пусть дни проходят безвозвратно,
Все равно
Я каждый день и час, что жить мне суждено,
Люблю тебя.
Where do I begin
To tell the story of how great a love can be,
The sweet love story that is older than the sea,
The simple truth about the love she brings to me?
Where do I start?
With her first hello
She gave a meaning to this empty world of mine;
There'd never be another love, another time;
She came into my life and made the living fine.
She fills my heart.
She fills my heart with very special things,
With angel songs, with wild imaginings.
She fills my soul with so much love
That anywhere I go I'm never lonely.
With her along who could be lonely?
I reach for her hand, it's always there.
How long does it last?
Can love be measured by the hours in a day?
I have no answers now, but this much I can say:
I know i'll need her till the stars all burn a way
And she'll be there...
How long does it last?
Can love be measured by the hours in a day?
I have no answers now, but this much I can say:
I know i'll need her till the stars all burn a way
And she'll be there...
How to start
My story
To repeat again
Words familiar
To give people to understand:
My story is truth,
I have nothing to hide.
Where to begin?
How do you explain
What sometimes lives as you want to live
That sometimes happens as it should be
How to explain to you what is "love"?
How to explain, without words and phrases,
To which the hearing is used to
Love with us -
Not that others.
And my story
Not taken from books
The story of love - and in it behind the string line
Let save and preserve in centuries
Warm your hands in my hands!
Started long ago
My story, but I know one thing:
May the days pass irretrievably,
Does not matter
I am every day and an hour that it is destined to live,
Love you.
Where Do I Begin
To TELL THE STORY OF HOW GREAT A LOVE CAN BE
The Sweet Love Story That Is Older Than The Sea
The Simple Truth About The Love She Brings To Me?
Where do I start?
With Her First Hello
She Gave a Meaning to This Empty World of Mine;
There'd Never Be Another Love, Another Time;
SHE CAME INTO My Life and Made the Living Fine.
She fills My Heart.
She fills My Heart With Very Special Things,
With an angel songs, with wild imaginings.
SHE Fills My Soul With So Much Love
That Anywhere I Go I'm Never Lonely.
With Her Along Who Could Be Lonely?
I Reach for Her Hand, It's Always There.
Howl Long Does IT Last?
Can Love Be Measured by the Hours in a Day?
I Have No Answers Now, But This Much I Can Say:
I Know I'll Need Her Till The Stars All Burn a Way
And She'll Be There ...
Howl Long Does IT Last?
Can Love Be Measured by the Hours in a Day?
I Have No Answers Now, But This Much I Can Say:
I Know I'll Need Her Till The Stars All Burn a Way
And She'll Be There ...
