Guns`n` Roses - This I Love
- 11.12.09, 13:55
- Òåêñòè ï³ñåíü
She wouldn't say goodbye
But then it seems that I
Had seen it in her eyes
And it might not be wise
I'd still have to try
With all the love
I have inside
I can't deny
I just can't let it die
Cause her heart's just like mine
And she holds her pain inside
So if you ask me why
She wouldn't say goodbye
I know somewhere inside
There is a special light
Still shining bright
And even on the darkest night
She can't deny
So if she's somewhere near me
I hope to God she hears me
There's no one else
Could ever make me feel
I'm so alive
I hoped she'd never leave me
Please God you must believe me
I've searched the universe
And found myself
Within' her eyes
No matter how I try
They say it's all a lie
So what's the use of my confessions to a crime
Of passions that won't die
In my heart
So if she's somewhere near me
I hope to God she hears me
There's no one else
Could ever make me feel
I'm so alive
I hoped she'd never leave me
Please God you must believe me
I've searched the universe
And found myself
Within' her eyes
So if she's somewhere near me
I hope to God she hears me
There's no one else
Could ever make me feel
I'm so alive
I hoped she'd never leave me
Please God you must believe me
I've searched the universe
And found myself
Within' her eyes
So now I don't know why
She wouldn't say goodbye
It just might be that I
Had seen it in her eyes
And now it seems that I
Gave up my ghost of pride
I'll never say goodbye
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Îíà íå ñêàçàëà "Ïðîùàé!".
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ß îáûñêàë âñþ âñåëåííóþ è íàøåë ñåáÿ
 åå ãëàçàõ…
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ß íàäåþñü íà Áîãà, ÷òî îíà ìåíÿ ñëûøèò.
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ß ÷óâñòâóþ ñåáÿ òàêèì æèâûì,
ß íàäåþñü, îíà íèêîãäà íå îñòàâèò ìåíÿ...
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ß îáûñêàë âñþ âñåëåííóþ è íàøåë ñåáÿ
 åå ãëàçàõ…
È òåïåðü ÿ íå çíàþ, ïî÷åìó
Îíà íå ñêàæåò "Ïðîùàé!"
Äîëæíî áûòü,
ß âèäåë ýòî â åå ãëàçàõ.
È òåïåðü, ìíå êàæåòñÿ, ÷òî ÿ
Ïðîãíàë ñâîé ïðèçðàê ãîðäîñòè,
È óæå íèêîãäà íå ñêàæó "Ïðîùàé!"
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