Текст песни Nana Mouskouri - The Singer (Or the Song)
Nana Mouskouri - The Singer (Or the Song) слова песни
In a small cafГ©On a crowded nightIn a spot of lightStands the singer,Then band beginsAnd the beat is strongAnd the room belongsTo the singer,All the people turn to hearThe sad refrainAnd catch the cry of painThat`s in her songBut in her haunted faceAnd in her searching eyesThere`s sign that something`s wrongNow the eager crowdHangs on every wordBut the sounds are slurred by the singerTill the people feel every aching partOf the broke heart of the singerStill the song goes onAbout a love she knewThat seemed so sure and trueBut turned out wrongAnd from the tears she showsNobody really knowsIs she the singer or the song?Is she the singer or the song?As the sad song endsShe hits the final noteIt catches in her throatBut comes out strongAnd as she bows and goesNobody really knowsWas she the singer or the song?Was she the singer or the song?lalada lalada etc