The music of the night

nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation
darkness stirs and wakes imagination
silently the senses abandon their defences

slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour
grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
turn your face away from the garish light of day
turn your face away from cold, unfeeling light
and listen to the music of the night

close you eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams
leave all thoughts of the world you knew before
close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar
and you'll live as you've never lived before

softly, deftly, music shall caress you
hear it, feel it, secretly possess you
open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind
in this darkness which you know you cannot fight
the darkness of the music of the night

let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world
leave all thoughts of the world you knew before
let your soul take you where you long to go
only then can you belong to me

floating, falling, sweet intoxication
touch me, trust me, savour each sensation
let the dream begin, let your darker side give in
to the harmony which dreams alone can write
the power of the music of the night

you alone can make my song take flight
help me make the music of the night

wishing you were …

you were once my one companion
you were all that mattered
you were once a friend and father
then my world was shattered

wishing you were somehow here again
wishing you were somehow near
sometimes it seemed if i just dreamed
somehow you would be here

wishing i could hear your voice again
knowing that i never would
dreaming of you won't help me to do
all that you dreamed i could

passing bells and sculpted angels
cold and monumental
seem for you the wrong companions
you were warm and gentle

too many years fighting back tears
why can't the past just die?

wishing you were somehow here again
knowing we must say goodbye
try to forgive, teach me to live
give me the strength to try

no more memories, no more silent tears
no more gazing across the wasted years
help me say goodbye
help me say goodbye

А это из кошек, но тоже торкает..
memory

daylight, see the dew on the sunflower
and a rose that is fading
roses wither away
like the sunflower i yearn to turn my face to the dawn
i am waiting for the day

now old deuteronomy, just before dawn
through a silence you feel you could cut with a knife
announces the cat who can now be reborn
and come back to a different jellicle life

memory, turn your face to the moonlight
let your memory lead you
open up, enter in
if you find there the meaning of what happiness is
then a new life will begin

memory, all alone in the moonlight
i can smile at the old days
i was beautiful then
i remember the time i knew what happiness was
let the memory live again

burnt out ends of smokey days
the stale cold smell of morning
the streetlamp dies, another night is over
another day is dawning

daylight, i must wait for the sunrise
i must think of a new life
and i mustn't give in
when the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too
and a new day will begin

sunlight, through the trees in the summer
endless masquerading
like a flower as the dawn is breaking
the memory is fading

touch me, it's so easy to leave me
all alone with the memory
of my days in the sun
if you touch me you'll understand what happiness is
look, a new day has begun

"Think Of Me"

Christine (Sarah Brightman)
Think of me
think of me fondly,
when we've said
goodbye.
Remember me
once in a while -
please promise me
you'll try.

When you find
that, once
again, you long
to take your heart back
and be free -
if you
ever find
a moment,
spare a thought
for me ...

We never said
our love
was evergreen,
or as unchanging
as the sea -
but if
you can still
remember,
stop and think
of me ...

Think of all the things
we've shared and seen -
don't think about the things
which might have been ...

Think of me,
think of me waking,
silent and
resigned.

Imagine me,
trying too hard
to put you
from my mind.

Recall those days,
look back
on all those times,
think of the things
we'll never do -
there will
never be
a day, when
I won't think
of you ...

Raoul (Steve Barton)
Can it be?
Can it be Christine?

What a change!
You're really
not a bit
the gawkish girl
that once you were ...

She may
not remember
me, but
I remember
her ...

Christine (Sarah Brightman)
We never said
our love
was evergreen,
or as unchanging
as the sea -
but please
promise me
that sometimes
you will think
ah-ah-ah-ah-aaah-of me!

Обещанные вопросы:

[01] Какой бы вы дали мне ник и почему? Хитер Лелаш (была такая у Ле Гуин)
[02] Являюсь ли я на ваш взгляд милым, приятным человеком? (нуу, не для всех, ты откровенная язва и не пылаешь любовью к людям, ага)
[03] Как давно вы меня знаете? месяц.. или около того
[04] Когда и как мы познакомились? форум Вышки
[05] И каким было первое впечатление? хамка и зануда
[06] С тех пор ваше мнение обо мне осталось неизменным? нет, конечно, ты может быть и хамка и язва, но не зануда, честная и хорошая ты
[07] Как вы думаете, в чем моя слабость? СИН
[08] Что делает меня счастливым? СИН
[09] А что - расстраивает? английский
[10] Что напоминает вам обо мне? ИОГП и всякие исторические примочки
[11] Если бы вы могли бы мне что-нибудь дать/подарить, что бы это было? СИНа
[12] Насколько хорошо, по вашему, вы меня знаете? не очень хорошо
[13] Вы хотели бы когда-нибудь увидеть меня? учитывая, что мы и так часто видимся
[14] Хотели ли вы мне когда-нибудь что-нибудь сказать, но не смогли? нет
[15] Думаете ли вы, что я способен убить кого-то? в припадке ярости - и о Щербовича, или Герлу
[16] Опишите меня одним словом. язва
[17] Наши отношения становится сильнее/слабее или остаются на прежнем уровне? наверное, сильнее
[18] Думаете ли вы, что способны разговаривать со мной о чем угодно и я буду слушать?
нуу, может, и будешь, но, скорее всего, пошлешь
[19] Собираетесь ли вы поместить эти вопросы в свой дневник и посмотреть, что я скажу о вас? хватит уже

Оригинальная версия с Сарой Брайтман

- Sulraen, мне тоже очень нравится - и её голос, и музыка.

С днём рождения!

Спасибо!