The Last Train
Of us, only the pain remains,
which gnaws at my soul.
Where does the scent of jasmine hover?
Where does the announced spring live?
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Of us, only the pain remains,
which gnaws at my soul.
Where does the scent of jasmine hover?
Where does the announced spring live?
Она в любой лодке, сделает дырку
А я сожгу, ею сшитый парус.
С новой причёской, твоя,
Накрашены глазки
А ты в мечтах неведомых,
Tu eres una belleza
Te siempre voy a enamorar
No sales de mi cabeza
Solo contigo quiero estar
“Oh where are you going with your love-locks flowing
On the west wind blowing along this valley track?”
“The downhill path is easy, come with me an it please ye,
We shall escape the uphill by never turning back.”