nejmin pisu v cestine, vetsinou spis jako texty k pisnim nez basne, ale vyhrabla jsem jednu anglickou:
Perfectly fine
And then it occurs to me
you weren't mine
like I wanted you to be
Tears streaming down my face
knowing you're forever gone
the feeling hides deep and waits
to surface when I'm feeling alone
So I sing to the world
and crying my pain out loud
pouring my heart and hope
those words will bring you back into my arms
Keeping the smile on my lips
turns out harder to do each time
when you get close to me
can't you see it's breaking my heart?
So I sing to the world
and crying my pain out loud
pouring my heart and hope
those words will bring you back into my arms
"One day maybe, it'll be gone"
something I used to say to myself
the first time it happened, when you turned your head
and across the table our eyes had met
It was a lie, now I know
'cause years later I saw you again
and that old hidden flame
shamelessly started burning a hole
through my torn and tortured soul...
vadilo by ti moc kdybych to s kamosem zhudebnil? to se mi docela libi a taky potrebujeme hrat neco "svyho" (tvyho), pac na coververze bysme brzo dojeli...