Yes, I imagine, that you live somewhere And you will come to me one day. I feel you close, though senses are so rare That you‘ll be next to me and you will stay
Your voice is softly carrying me away And I dive down into the silence I know that you’ll be true one day And I will snuggle in your hug from violence
But now you’re just a puff of air That touches me with tender palms Tomorrow, you’ll be real, you’ll be there My wounds to heal with loving arms
And you will leave the dreams so immaterial Your lips will meet mine – in slow motion We’ll take our way, and will be real With our hope and love devotion.
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ОтговорИзтриванеIMAGINE ( MIND GAMES )
ОтговорИзтриванеYes, I imagine, that you live somewhere
And you will come to me one day.
I feel you close, though senses are so rare
That you‘ll be next to me and you will stay
Your voice is softly carrying me away
And I dive down into the silence
I know that you’ll be true one day
And I will snuggle in your hug from violence
But now you’re just a puff of air
That touches me with tender palms
Tomorrow, you’ll be real, you’ll be there
My wounds to heal with loving arms
And you will leave the dreams so immaterial
Your lips will meet mine – in slow motion
We’ll take our way, and will be real
With our hope and love devotion.