kakaoma — Lost in Light
Поддержите наш проект dalink.to/kokaoma Станьте частью растущего творческого сообщества ,подпишитесь! https://www.instagram.com/kakaoma.music https://www.tiktok.com/@kakaoma.music dzen channel https://www.dzen.ru/kokaoma tg channel https://www.t.me/kakaoma_music Куплет песни: What a night! I cannot sleep. The moonlight keeps my soul from rest. As if I’m guarding, buried deep, The youth I lost, once manifest. You, friend of cold and faded years, Don’t call this game of ours love’s flame. Let moonlight, shining through my tears, Flow to my pillow, soft and tame. Let it distort your features bold, And paint them freely on my wall — You couldn’t love as I was told, And can’t forget, though love did fall. Love comes to us but once, you see. That’s why you’re distant now, estranged. The linden trees reach out to me, But snowdrifts halt our steps, unchanged. We both know well, this moonlit blue That touches leaves with frost and sorrow — It isn’t flowers on the boughs, Just snow and ice — no spring, no morrow. We’ve long since loved and lost, we two. Not me for you, nor you for me. And both no longer play pretend In cheap romance or false ecstasy. Yet hold me close and kiss with fire, In cunning passion, briefly true — Let May still haunt my heart’s desire, And her I loved — and always do.
Поддержите наш проект dalink.to/kokaoma Станьте частью растущего творческого сообщества ,подпишитесь! https://www.instagram.com/kakaoma.music https://www.tiktok.com/@kakaoma.music dzen channel https://www.dzen.ru/kokaoma tg channel https://www.t.me/kakaoma_music Куплет песни: What a night! I cannot sleep. The moonlight keeps my soul from rest. As if I’m guarding, buried deep, The youth I lost, once manifest. You, friend of cold and faded years, Don’t call this game of ours love’s flame. Let moonlight, shining through my tears, Flow to my pillow, soft and tame. Let it distort your features bold, And paint them freely on my wall — You couldn’t love as I was told, And can’t forget, though love did fall. Love comes to us but once, you see. That’s why you’re distant now, estranged. The linden trees reach out to me, But snowdrifts halt our steps, unchanged. We both know well, this moonlit blue That touches leaves with frost and sorrow — It isn’t flowers on the boughs, Just snow and ice — no spring, no morrow. We’ve long since loved and lost, we two. Not me for you, nor you for me. And both no longer play pretend In cheap romance or false ecstasy. Yet hold me close and kiss with fire, In cunning passion, briefly true — Let May still haunt my heart’s desire, And her I loved — and always do.