Swanheart
All those beautiful people
I want to have them all
All those porcelain models
If only I could make them fall
Be my heart a well of love
Flowing free so far above
A wintry eve
Once upon a tale
An Ugly Duckling
Lost in a verse
Of a sparrow's carol
Dreaming the stars
Be my heart a well of love
Flowing free so far above
In my world
Love is for poets
Never the famous balcony scene
Just a dying faith
On a heaven's gate
Crystal pond awaits the lorn
Tonight another morn for the lonely one is born
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Сердце поэта
Все эти прекрасные люди...
Я бы хотел, чтобы они были моими.
Все эти фарфоровые куклы...
Если бы я только мог заставить их пасть...
Будь моё сердце источником любви,
Свободно парящим высоко-высоко...
В канун зимы,
Однажды в сказке
Гадкий Утёнок
Потерялся в рождественской
Песне воробья,
Мечтающего о звёздах...
Будь моё сердце источником любви,
Свободно парящим высоко-высоко...
В моём мире
Любовь - только для поэтов,
А не для знаменитой сцены на балконе.
И лишь умирающая вера
На вратах рая...
Хрустальный пруд в ожидании
Очередного утра для рождения одиночества.
Swanheart.
All Those Beautiful People
I Want to Have Them All
ALL THOSE PORCELAIN MODELS
IF Only I Could Make That Fall
Be My Heart A Well of Love
Flowing FREE SO Far ABOVE
A WINTRY EVE.
ONCE UPON A TALE
An ugly duckling
LOST IN A VERSE
Of a Sparrow's Carol
Dreaming The Stars.
Be My Heart A Well of Love
Flowing FREE SO Far ABOVE
In my world.
LOVE IS FOR POETS
Never The Famous Balcony Scene
Just a Dying Faith
ON A Heaven's Gate
Crystal Pond AWAITS THE LORN
Tonight Another Morn for the Lonely One Is Born
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Heart of the poet
All these wonderful people ...
I would like them to be mine.
All these porcelain dolls ...
If I could only force them to fall ...
Whether my heart is a source of love,
Freely soaring highly high ...
On the eve of winter
Once upon a time, in a Fairytail
Ugly duck
Lost in christmas
Song Sparrow,
Dreaming about the stars ...
Whether my heart is a source of love,
Freely soaring highly high ...
In my world
Love - only for poets,
And not for the famous scene on the balcony.
And only dying faith
On the gates of Paradise ...
Crystal pond waiting
Another morning for the birth of loneliness.
