G-Dur (Unnamed)
Evgeny Grinko
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory—
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
Vibrates in the memory—
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
چه روز بدی.
چه شب بدی.
چه حس بدی.
چقدر امروز همهچیز تاریک است.
چقدر تلخ و چقدر زهر مار است.
چقدر دلشوره دارم.
چقدر بیقرارم.
چقدر بد بود امروز و چقدر بد است امشب.
چه شب بدی.
چه حس بدی.
چقدر امروز همهچیز تاریک است.
چقدر تلخ و چقدر زهر مار است.
چقدر دلشوره دارم.
چقدر بیقرارم.
چقدر بد بود امروز و چقدر بد است امشب.
A Long Lost Silence
There's A Light
we won't forget
we can't forget
all that has happened
we won't forget
we can't forget
the days we abandoned
we won't forget
we can't forget
how our once bright light blackened
we won't forget
we can't forget
the feelings we felt, left alone, saddened
we won't forget
we can't dorget
all that has happened
we can't forget
all that has happened
we won't forget
we can't forget
the days we abandoned
we won't forget
we can't forget
how our once bright light blackened
we won't forget
we can't forget
the feelings we felt, left alone, saddened
we won't forget
we can't dorget
all that has happened
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