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[aid] => mick
[title] => WHENEVER I'M FEELING DOWN [EV & FV]
[time] => 2009-11-15 06:39:19
[hometext] => IN THE MINUTES OF MELANCHOLY
[bodytext] => Whenever I'm feeling down I take a guitar in my hands. I'm leaving the sadness behind And getting lost up in the chords. Whenever I'm feeling down I sing myself to sleep Touching guitar strings. It helps to be forgotten I search for the rest in the music And drive my sad thoughts away, I just rejoice to the things that are, And sadly smile to the things that were. Memories and flashbacks from the past Revive under my hand all over again, Touching the strings so tenderly And I'm smiling to the things that are. I recall the garden and that bench Hidden behind a rosebush, That boy and our kisses under the Moon And promises that have been given forever. Where is it all now? That boy's grown for a long time, And that rosebush doesn't smell sweet Feelings have cooled down, as if they weren't. But now another guy heats me in his embraces Another guy promises me to love me until he die And I'm gonna kiss another guy at an altar And to swear to him in eternal fidelity. Well, all I can do is cry, Cos this can't be returned anyway. I search for the rest in the music And drive my sad thoughts away, I just rejoice to the things that are, And sadly smile to the things that were. Memories and flashbacks from the past Revive under my hand all over again, Touching the strings so tenderly And I'm smiling to the things that are. I've seen that guy recently Now he gives the promises to other girl Now he kisses another one under the Moon, And this another girl waits for his ring, That intended to me once, And, probably, she'll wait for it One sweet day. Well, all I can do is cry, Cos this can't be returned anyway. I search for the rest in the music And drive my sad thoughts away, I just rejoice to the things that are, And sadly smile to the things that were. Memories and flashbacks from the past Revive under my hand all over again, Touching the strings so tenderly And I'm smiling to the things that are. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - CHAQUE FOIS QUE JE ME SENS EN BAS Chaque fois que je me sens en bas Je prends une guitare dans mes mains. Je distance la tristesse Et le fait d'etre perdu en haut dans les accords. Chaque fois que je me sens en bas Je me chante pour dormir Ficelles de guitare touchantes. Il aide a etre oublie Je cherche le reste dans la musique Et faites demarrer mes pensees tristes, Je me rejouis juste aux choses qui est Et tristement le sourire aux choses qui etait. Les souvenirs et les flash-backs a partir du passe Reprenez connaissance sous ma main des le debut, Le toucher des ficelles si tendrement Et je souris aux choses qui est. Je me souviens du jardin et de ce banc Cache derriere un rosier, Ce garcon et nos baisers sous la Lune Et les promesses on lui a donne pour toujours. Ou est tout cela maintenant? Ce garcon a grandi pendant longtemps, Et ce rosier ne sent pas doux Les sentiments ont refroidi, comme s'ils n'etaient pas. Mais maintenant un autre me chauffe dans ses etreintes Un autre me promet de m'aimer jusqu'a ce qu'il meure Et je vais embrasser un autre sur un autel Et lui jurer dans la fidelite eternelle. Bien, tout ce que je peux faire est pleurer, Pourqois cela ne peut pas etre rendu de toute facon. Je cherche le reste dans la musique Et faites demarrer mes pensees tristes, Je me rejouis juste aux choses qui est, Et tristement le sourire aux choses qui etait. Les souvenirs et les flash-backs a partir du passe Reprenez connaissance sous ma main des le debut, Le toucher des ficelles si tendrement Et je souris aux choses qui est. J'ai vu ce gars recemment Maintenant il donne les promesses a d'autre fille Maintenant il embrasse un autre sous la Lune, Et cette autre fille attend son anneau, Cela m'a destine une fois, Et, probablement, elle l'attendra Un jour doux. Bien, tout je peux faire est pleurer, Pourqois cela ne peut pas etre rendu de toute facon. Je cherche le reste dans la musique Et faites demarrer mes pensees tristes, Je me rejouis juste aux choses qui est, Et tristement le sourire aux choses qui etait. Les souvenirs et les flash-backs a partir du passe Reprenez connaissance sous ma main des le debut, Le toucher des ficelles si tendrement Et je souris aux choses qui est. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 215 [topic] => 24 [informant] => Alexa_Bachtel [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => LoveRemembered )
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