And your pleasure knows no limits,
Your voice is like a meadowlark,
But your heart is like an ocean,
Mysterious and dark.
And your pleasure knows no limits,
Your voice is like a meadowlark,
But your heart is like an ocean,
Mysterious and dark.
Your breath is sweet,
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky
Your back is straight your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie.
But I don't sense affection,
No gratitude or love,
Your loyalty is not to me,
But to the stars above.
Сердца многих, пожалуй, большинства людей – открытая книга, но порой читать в сердцах дальних куда проще, чем заглянуть в душу близким.
Но вас я вижу, вам внимаю...
И что же? Слабый человек!
Свободу потеряв навек,
Неволю сердцем обожаю.
First day of love never comes back,
A passionate hour's never a wasted one.
The violin, the poet's hand,
Every thawing heart plays your theme with care.
Я в сердечных делах не знаток, но как больно вырывать из сердца любовь — это-то уж я понимаю!..
Я сидел неподвижно, не шевелился и чувствовал слёзы Пат на моём сердце, словно там кровоточила рана.
Come mothers and fathers throughout the land
And don't criticize what you don't understand
Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin'
Please get out of the new one if you can't lend a hand
For the times they are a-changin'.