Текст песни David Bowie - An Occasional Dream
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Текст песни David Bowie - An Occasional Dream
Случайный сон (перевод Катя Чикиндина из Могилева ) i ( ) I recall how we lived:On the corner of a bedAnd we'd speak of a Swedish roomOf hessian and wood,And we'd talk with our eyesOf the sweetness in our livesAnd tomorrows of rich surprise,Some things we could doIn our madnessWe burnt one hundred daysTime takes time to passAnd I still hold some ashes to meAn occasional dreamAnd we'd sleep, oh so closeBut not really close our eyesBetween the sheets of summer bathed in blue...Gently weeping nightsIt was long, long agoAnd I can't touch your nameFor the days of fate were strong for youDanced you far from meIn my madnessI see your face in mineI keep a photographIt burns my wall with timeTimeAn Occasional Dream of mineAn occasional dream of mineAn occasional dream of mine