Ooh, uncrowded coast, you're not so merry,
But I need to go to do my best.
Little stones and sands are thrown by Erie
And it's asking me:"Would be my guest".
Chorus:
Life's going quickly, daily and weekly,
Seagulls are flying around my knee.
Maybe there's my find,
Maybe there's my loss,-
All this lake Erie, you bring to me.
Maybe there's my find,
Maybe there's my loss,
All this Lake Erie...
Looking for myself as if the wound birds,
Having lost their flocks for good, for keeps.
Tender virgin waves touch me without words,
But I feel the fresh of other lips.
Chorus.
Baby small raccoon has washed so funny,
And the pretty birch has moved by wind.
Different other world, you seem so honey,
But I don't know how to live in it.
Chorus.
Lake Erie
© Copyright: Юрий Розвадовский, 2008
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A nice song in fact, Yuri! Especially, I liked the last two lines: Really, another world may seem so sweet, but we can't live in it...
Best greetings,
Valery
Валерий Шувалов 22.05.2008 11:44 • Заявить о нарушении
Best greetings,
Valery
Валерий Шувалов 22.05.2008 11:44 • Заявить о нарушении
Thank you very much, Valery. I wish you've heard the melody of it - the still and blue one. Thanks a lot.
Yours truly,
Yuriy
Юрий Розвадовский 23.05.2008 02:39 Заявить о нарушении
Yours truly,
Yuriy
Юрий Розвадовский 23.05.2008 02:39 Заявить о нарушении