High Time
To sing about what is sung,
To wish again what is forbidden,
To be for you the only one,
To give you what is never given,
To steal the night, to break the dawn,
To live where nobody’s living,
To swear what is never sworn,
To feel your breath, to taste your kisses,
To make time still, to let it pass,
To have what everybody misses,
To draw the stars about us…
2006
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И глубокое.
"To make time still, to let it pass" ...
Удивительно.
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