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When I need you September 13, 2009

Filed under: Музикални клипчета — gstoyanova @ 4:31 pm

 
“When I Need You”

When I need you
Just close my eyes and I’m with you
And all that I so want to give you
It’s only a heart beat away

When I need love
I hold out my hands and I touch love
I never knew there was so much love
Keeping me warm night and day

Miles and miles of empty space in between us
A telephone can’t take the place of your smile
But you know I wont be traveling for ever
It’s cold out, but hold out and do like I do

When I need you
Just close my eyes and I’m with you
And all that I so want to give you babe
It’s only a heartbeat away

It’s not easy when the road is your driver
Honey, that’s a heavy load that we bear
But you know I won’t be traveling a lifetime
It’s cold out but hold out and do like I do
Oh I need you

When I need you
I hold out my hands and I touch love
I never knew there was so much love
Keeping me warm night and day

When I need you
Just close my eyes and I’m with you
And all that I so want to give you
It’s only a heart beat away

 

 

Tear drop September 5, 2009

Filed under: Разни — gstoyanova @ 4:23 pm

Tear drop – falling from the sky,

Silently kissing the ground,

Bringing the emotion of a new day,

Stealing away the echo of the last…

 

Reflection of my silhouette in the rain drop,

That’s rolling down the windshield.

Drawing contours of a new morn,

Shivering in rhythm, under the wind’s blow.

 

Yet another day, I have to share you with the endless sky,

And keep waking up without you by my side.

Today, it’s raining again in my eyes,

Although, I still feel your love inside.

Sharp noises – coming from up above,

Of a supersonic, that is tearing up the air mantle,

Reverberating in the distance roughly,

Just like your absence is killing me abruptly.

 

Snow flake –falling from the sky,

Silently melting on the ground,

Bringing the emotion of a new day,

Stealing away the track of the past…

 

 13.09.2009

 

Mon mec à moi September 5, 2009

Filed under: Музикални клипчета — gstoyanova @ 4:11 pm

Il joue avec mon coeur,
Il triche avec ma vie
Il dit des mots menteurs,
Et moi je crois tout c’qu’il dit
Les chansons qu’il me chante,
Les rêves qu’il fait pour deux
C’est comme les bonbons menthe,
Ca fait du bien quand il pleut
Je m’raconte des histoires,
En écoutant sa voix
C’est pas vrai ces histoires,
Mais moi j’y crois.
Mon mec à moi,
Il me parle d’aventures
Et quand elles brillent dans ses yeux
J’pourrais y passer la nuit
Il parle d’amour,
Comme il parle des voitures
Et moi j’l’suis où il veut
Tellement je crois tout c’qu’il m’dit
Tellement je crois tout c’qu’il m’dit,
oh oui, Mon mec à moi…
Sa façon d’être à moi,
Sans jamais dire je t’aime
C’est rien qu’du cinéma,
Mais c’est du pareil au même
Ce film en noir et blanc,
Qu’il m’a joué deux cents fois
C’est Gabin et Morgan,
Enfin ça ressemble à tout ça
j’m'raconte des histoires,
Des scénarios chinois
C’est pas vrai ces histoires,
Mais moi j’y crois
Mon mec à moi,
Il me parle d’aventures
Et quand elles brillent dans ses yeux
J’pourrais y passer la nuit
Il parle d’amour,
Comme il parle des voitures
Et moi j’l’suis où il veut
Tellement je crois tout c’qu’il m’dit
Tellement je crois tout c’qu’il m’dit,
oh oui, Mon mec à moi…
(Chorus Harmonica)
Mon mec à moi,
Il me parle d’aventures
Et quand elles brillent dans ses yeux
J’pourrais y passer la nuit
Il parle d’amour,
Comme il parle des voitures
Et moi j’l’suis où il veut
Tellement je crois tout c’qu’il m’dit
Tellement je crois tout c’qu’il m’dit,
oh oui, Mon mec à moi…
Mon mec à moi,
Il me parle d’aventures
Et quand elles brillent dans ses yeux
J’pourrais y passer la nuit
Il parle d’amour,
Comme il parle des voitures
Et moi j’l’suis où il veut
Tellement je crois tout c’qu’il m’dit
Tellement je crois tout c’qu’il m’dit,
oh oui, Mon mec à moi…

 

Wake me up when September ends September 5, 2009

Filed under: Музикални клипчета — gstoyanova @ 2:52 pm

 

“Wake Me Up When September Ends”

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends

like my father’s come to pass
seven years has gone so fast
wake me up when September ends

here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are

as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when September ends

summer has come and passed
the innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends

ring out the bells again
like we did when spring began
wake me up when September ends

here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are

as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when September ends

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends

like my father’s come to pass
twenty years has gone so fast
wake me up when September ends
wake me up when September ends
wake me up when September ends

 

Cats in the craddle September 5, 2009

Filed under: Музикални клипчета — gstoyanova @ 2:35 pm

 

My child arrived just the other day;
Came to the world in the usually way
But there were planes to catch and bills to pay.
He learned to walk while I was away.
He was talkin’ ‘fore I knew it.
And as he grew he said,
“I’m gonna be like you, Dad.
You know I’m gonna be like you.”

Chorus :
And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man on the moon.
“When you comin’ home ?”
“Son, I don’t know when.
We’ll get together then.
You know we’ll have a good time then.”

Well, my son turned ten just the other day.
He said , “Thanks for the ball, Dad. Come on, let’s play.
Could you teach me to throw ?” I said, “Not today.
I got a lot to do.” He said, “That’s okay.”
And he walked away and he smiled and he said,
“You know,
I’m gonna be like him, yeah.
You know I’m gonna be like him.”

Chorus

Well, he came from college just the other day,
So much like a man I just had to say,
“I’m proud of you. Could you sit for a while ?”
He shook his head and he said with a smile,
“What I’d really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys.
See you later. Can I have them please ?”

Chorus :
And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man on the moon.
“When you comin home, Son ?”
“I don’t know when.
We’ll get together then.
You know we’ll have a good time then.”

I’ve long since retired, my son’s moved away.
I called him up just the other day.
“I’d like to see you, if you dont mind.”
He said, “I’d love to, Dad, if I could find the time.
You see my new job’s a hassle and the kids have the flu,
But it’s sure nice talkin’ to you, Dad.
It’s been sure nice talkin’ to you.”

And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me,
He’d grown up just like me.
My boy was just like me.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Chorus