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Превод
It Will Pass
Songs don't get written
But get born by themselves.
These are things which happen
Every day around us.
It's enough to collect songs,
There is one for you,
For you who complicates his life
And never smiles.
Songs are gypsies, they steal poetry,
They are a deception as a pill of happiness.
Songs don't cure neither love, nor diseases
But that small pain
Which cause to us existence.
It will pass, will pass
If there is a fellow with a guitar
Just like you, in the city
Looking at that life which stands
And kills us with illusions.
And with the age of songs
It will pass above us,
We will be in a bank sooner or later
With "why" and "who knows?"
And with melancholy of a rich poverty
We talk about love which you don't have.
To sing a song which you don't know
Because you have lost it inside
And only remember, it will pass
In the world of cars
And a big speed.
For whom arrives always as last
And for whom they say "good-bye".
For whom faces different obstacles.
Songs are glow-worms
Which sing in the darkness.
It will pass, sooner or later
This small pain which is in you,
Which is in me, which is in us
And makes us feel seamen.
In the power of a wind and nostalgia
To sing a song which you don't know
But that small pain, whether it will be hate or love will pass.
It will pass
Even if you will just sing "la, la, la"
It will pass
And a song will serve to something
If your small pain
Whether it will be hate or love, will pass...
Felice1101✕
Il Divo: Топ 3
| 1. | Nella fantasia |
| 2. | Regresa a mí |
| 3. | Isabel |
Идиоми из "Passerà"
| 1. | Sia quel che sia |
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Very accurate