Chances missed or words unspoken
wings unspread or faith's unlucky token,
stories still to tell, more laughts to share,
all over now, broken and beyond repair.
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"Новият роман на автора на „Алхимикът” носи всички елементи на трилъра, но
всъщност е проникновен портрет на човечеството днес, тласкано от желанието
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I really hope your dream is long,
so long that you could hear my song
It is about the things I feel
when you make my dreams come real
It happens almost every time
when everyone thinks you're mine
Also when the night comes in
and you ask me, to smell your skin
Or even when we try to dance
I take your hand and think romance
And then you say that it was fun
to be with me while there's no sun
Before I sleep I have a drink
and start to ask myself and think
How do you feel when you watch me?
I can't believe that you don't see.
And why you never said a thing
when I begin for you to sing
You just smile and try to skip the moment
like it's nothing - just a passing comet
If you don't mind please give a try
to stop all this embarassing deny
And when I find the strenght to say
that you should not see me today
I will be scared that you don't cry
and the word I'll sing will be "Goodbye".
Your best friend's mind in the night...
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