Bright Eyes - Puella quam amo est pulchra
Tekst :
I had a beautiful, beautiful time
The drives and the talks were amazing
The kind of friend I thought I d never find
I had a beautiful, beautiful time
You have a beautiful, beautiful smile
The way it curls and collapses on your lips
When you touch me I shake like a child
It s late, I m afraid you might leave
Cause sometimes it seems like
You still don t believe me
There s nothing I can do to concentrate
It s so distracting
Always thinking of you
So I expose and explain
And I meant everything I said
And it s moments like this
That repeat and replay in my head
When I m laying in bed
It s a beautiful, beautiful time
As you laugh and roll onto your stomach
The carpet embraces your design
My heart pounds as I lay by your side
And I find that I am unable to hide
All these feelings that flow
In this basement, and in this dim light
you look so beautiful
I m unsure and unclear with the words that I say
I m happy when you re near
And I wish that forever could stay
Just like today
You have beautiful, beautiful eyes
So bright and alive and enchanting
I want to be with you all of the time
It s hopeless but I have to try
Inne utwory
Black comedy Easy lucky free The center of the world If the brakeman turns my way We must sing Woke up with this song The joy in descovery I believe in symmetry Everything must belong somewhere Tripped The big picture A poetic retelling of an unfortunate seduction Gold mine gutted I must belong somewhere Ouija Well whiskey The first Noel Losowe utwory
(feat. John Waite)
Every time I think of you
I always catch my breath
And I m still standing here
And you re miles away
And I m wondering why you left
And there s a storm that s raging
Through my frozen heart tonight
I hear your name in certain...
Oj! Cei lubosti, hirsze od słabosti.
/ miłość gorszą od choroby /
Słabost perebudu zdrowże ja budu.
/ choroba minie i wyzdrowieję /
Wirnoho kochania po wik ne zabudu.
“… Gdy nocą ku tono zwrócisz swe lice,
gwiazdy nad i pod Tobą i dwa obaczysz księżyce.”
...
Well, the rain is apourin down in a fury
And the road is lookin long
And the only thing that comes to mind
Is the tune of this sad song
Tune of this sad song! Oh Lord!
Well, the wind is acreepin up my back
Through...
Take time think about when it s over
and when i see you where s your line
i cannot hear all the truth through
your crying
it s time that i check my face
faggot, you know it
the sun in my face
I catalog these steps now, decisive and intentioned,
precise and patterned specifically to yours.
I m talented at breathing, especially exhaling,
so that my chest will rise and fall with yours.
I m careful not to wake you, fearing conversation.
it s better...