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The Desert Насред пустинята (Западна Сирия)

Няма нужда от думи. Снимката изразява всичко. Душевността, твърдостта, древността.

Личен архив

Личен архив

Every night we fall into bed,
But it’s all in my head.
Every night we fall in a heap,
And you kiss me to sleep.
And baby all the sleepy things you say,
Blow me away.
Till the next day,
When I find what we did and we said,
Was all in my head.
Every night you whisper to me,
This always will be.
Every night you smooth down my hair,
But you’re not really there.
And darling it seems as if we know,
Our love will grow.
And then the next day,
I find what we did and we said,
It was all in my head.

Drowsy, drinking,
I keep thinking,
We’re not far apart.
Scared of waking,
Lonely, aching,
Just me and my hopeless heart.

Sleeping soundly,
Your arms around me.
Through the night we cruise,
Then I find it’s in my mind,
That you stroke away my blues.

Every night we fall into bed,
But it’s all in my head.
Every night we fall in a heap,
And you kiss me to sleep.
And baby all the sleepy things you say,
Blow me away.
Till the next day,
When I find what we did and we said,
It was all in my head.

It was all in my head.

It was all in my head

2 responses to “The Desert Насред пустинята (Западна Сирия)

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  2. Александър юли 10, 2009 в 9:35 pm

    Завършена красота. Нищо излишно, нищо липсващо.

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