Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune--without the words, And never stops at all.
По дефолту мы всегда надеемся что нас лучше всего поймут те, кто ближе, кто дороже всего. Но очень часто так не есть. Со мной уже много раз так было, лучше всего меня понимали люди, которых я даже ни разу не встречала в реальной жизни...И я не говорю, что надо все бросить...и сидеть в инете днями и ночами, но есть моменты, которые просто удивляют, и заставляют быть благодарной...это я умею...
For Tetsuya, with love.
When the rain falls like grey endless curtain,
When the sun like’s been buried in shadows,
When the whole world seemed soaked in water
Spreading dump smell of flowery meadows,
I’ll record in my memory notes
Of the sounds of droplets and splashes
And of steps, and of distant long roads
And of colourful watery flashes.
I will mix them with caterwaul sound
Of guitar, so strong, so loud
And will add just a little amount
Of a rainbow, and pink-contoured cloud
Here you are, hush, just don’t miss the moment,
On the wings of a breeze from the ocean
Song is flying with force –like an omen,
Carrying hopes, and love, and emotions.
For Tetsuya, with love.
When the rain falls like grey endless curtain,
When the sun like’s been buried in shadows,
When the whole world seemed soaked in water
Spreading dump smell of flowery meadows,
I’ll record in my memory notes
Of the sounds of droplets and splashes
And of steps, and of distant long roads
And of colourful watery flashes.
I will mix them with caterwaul sound
Of guitar, so strong, so loud
And will add just a little amount
Of a rainbow, and pink-contoured cloud
Here you are, hush, just don’t miss the moment,
On the wings of a breeze from the ocean
Song is flying with force –like an omen,
Carrying hopes, and love, and emotions.