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How could you
You are the river
Pour out of this life
How could you
You are the morning bird
Who sang me into life every day
Fly away
You are the blood of me
The harvest of my dreams
There’s nowhere I can find peace
And the silence won’t cease
Nothing’s quite how it seems
The ghost of my joy
Won’t let me be
If you set me free I will not run
I will not run
I will not run
Как ты мог,
Ты, что был потоком
Наполнявшим мою жизнь радостью,
Как ты мог,
Ты, словно утренняя птичка,
Певшая мне каждый день…
Улететь…?
Ты — моя кровь
Мои сладкие грезы,
Мне негде искать мира
Среди этой звенящей тишины
Все совсем не так, как кажется,
Дух моей радости,
Если ты отпустишь меня,
Я не убегу
Я не убегу
Я не убегу
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How Could You.
You are the river
POUR OUT OF THIS LIFE
How Could You.
You are the Morning Bird
WHO SANG ME INTO LIFE EVERY DAY
Fly Away.
You are the Blood of Me
THE HARVEST OF MY DREAMS
There's Nowhere i Can Find Peace
And The Silence Won't Cease
Nothing's QUite How It Sems
THE GHOST OF MY JOY
WONT LET ME BE
IF You Set Me Free I Will Not Run
I Will Not Run
I Will Not Run
How could you,
You have been a stream
Filling my life with joy,
How could you,
You, like the morning bird,
Having sang every day ...
Flew ...?
You are my blood
My sweet dreams,
I have nowhere to look for the world
Among this linking silence
Everything is not exactly as it seems
The spirit of my joy
If you let me go,
I'm not escha
I'm not escha
I'm not escha
