Aeterna aequitas. Коллекционер красочных миров.
Я подарю тебе на память дымку - силуэт большого города, мой милый странник, мой забытый друг. Четкость графики твоих слов остается в сердце не смотря в черноту чернильних клякс. Ожоги от прикосновения к тебе не проходят - так хочется поцелуя в лоб, для забвения... но я не буду просить, не буду ждать...

P.S. Спасибо Эс-Тайран, что откопала в душе эту группу, и эту песню...



We sit and watch umbrellas fly

I'm trying to keep my newspaper dry

I hear myself say

My boat's leaving now

So we shake hands and cry

Now I must wave goodbye

Wave goodbye

You know

I don't want to cry again

I don't want to cry again

Don't want to say goodbye

I don't want to cry again

I don't want to run away

Don't want to race this pain

I'll never see your face again

Oh but how, how can you say that I didn't try

You see things in the depths of my eyes

That my love's run dry, no

We leave to their goodbyes

I've come to depend on the look in their eyes

My blood's sweet for pain

The wind and the rain bring back words of a song

And they say wave goodbye

Wave goodbye

But you know I don't want to fall again

Don't want to know this pain

Don't want another friend

Don't want to try again

Don't want to see you hurt

Don't let me see you hurt

I don't want to cry again

I'll never see your face again

How can you say that I didn't try

You know I did

You see things in the depths of my eyes

that my loves run dry

So I read to myself

A chance of a lifetime to see new horizons

On the front page a black and white picture of

Manhattan Skyline


A-ha - Manhattan Skyline