Читать книгу Петербург холодный мне. New York is cold for me - Кристина Дуплякова - Страница 11

I should think up more lines,

You could throw them on music.

Don’t know how it happens to others,

But I wrote this song for you.

Lying next to on the floor at your place,

Watching light through your hair.

You are as you are

Here.

And with you

My sweet waves of something…

Please babe

Ask you: don’t forget.

And you say: Love your songs,

Always beautiful.

But I’m not going to trust you,

’Cause you are my sweet waves of something.

How I would stay there with you for ever

Lost in time and lost at all,

There was nothing really mattered,

Breathing with the sweet waves of something,

Sharing the sweetest waves in all the world.

Wake up, see new day without you,

Walking at the lonely morning street,

Feeling you on skin, you surround me

And you know, dear, what I think.

Wish I give you something,

Only what you need,

See your happy eyes even without me,

This your image I try to keep.

You said: I miss what it feels like,

Need nothing just you’re closer,

Then waves of happiness change for waves of blue,

But I love it all,

Always do.

Return my smile

Or forget my face for ever.

I guess I know exactly

What your silence means.

You are now so far as ever

And I found myself in place

Listening to the «Road Trippin’»1 and crying.

This song definitely reminds me knowing you.

And my small world gives up suddenly to remind you:

I would never promise to keep no longer blue.

’Cause that time with you

It’s like a movie in my mind:

The same is going on

And somewhere in the heart

That something really is.