RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я
EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Меню
» Главная» Музыка » Правила » В избранное |
Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the front porch Watching the clouds roll by they remind her of her lover, how he left her And of times long ago when she used color carelessly, painted his portrait A thousand times - or maybe just his smile - And she and her canvas would follow him wherever he would go `Cause they were painters, and they had painting themselves, a lovely world Oil streaked daisies covered the living room wall He put water colored roses in her hair He said, "Love, I love you, I want to give you the mountains, the sunshine, the sunset too" I just want to give you a world as beautiful as you are to me `Cause they were painters, and they had painting themselves, a lovely world So they sat down and made a drawing of their love, they made it an art to live by They painted every, passion every home, created every beautiful child In the winter they were weavers of warmth, in the summer they were carpenters of love They thought blue prints were too sad so they made them yellow `Cause they were painters, and they had painting themselves, a lovely world Until one day the rain fell as thick as black oil And in her heart she knew something was wrong She went running through the orchard screaming `No God, don`t take him from me!` But by the time she got there, she feared he already had gone She got to where he lay, water colored roses in his hands for her She threw them down screaming, `Damn you man, don`t leave me With nothing left behind but these cold paintings, these cold portraits to remind me!` He said, `Love I only leave, but only a little, try to understand I put my soul in this life we`ve created with these four hands Love, I leave, but only a little, this world holds me still My body may die now, but these paintings are real` So many seasons came and so many seasons went And many times she saw her love`s face watering the flowers Talking to the trees and singing to his children And when the wind blew, she knew he was listening And how he seemed to laugh along, an how he seemed to hold her when she was crying `Cause they were painters, and they had painting themselves, a lovely world Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the front porch Watching the clouds roll by, they remind her of her lover, how he left her And of times long ago when she used color carelessly, painted his portrait A thousand times - or maybe just his smile - And she and her canvas would follow him wherever he would go Yes, she and her canvas still follow `Cause they were painters, and they had painting themselves, a lovely world
Прямая ссылка на текст песни Painters: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/109/1/4401.html » Jewel - A Very Big Girl » Jewel - Standing Still » Jewel - Kiss The Flame » Jewel - am i standing still | guitar chord и Mp3 » Jewel - Closer to Fine » Jewel - One Left Shoe » Jewel - Behind The Wall » Jewel - dont | текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Jewel - Cant Take My Soul » Jewel - innocence maintained2 | guitar chord и Mp3 » Jewel - Under The Water » Jewel - I Wonder as I Wander » Jewel - Last Dance Rodeo » Jewel - 2 become 1 » Jewel - I Thought I Saw You Last Night » Jewel - Ive Got The Blues More Than You Do Blues » Jewel - God`s Gift to Women » Jewel - Fragile Heart » Jewel - Train Song » Jewel - You Make Lovin` Fun » Уматурман - Ни кола, ни дачки » Ундервуд - Все что надо » Умка и Броневичок - Хочется всего » Уматурман - Здравствуй, дорогая » Успенская Любовь - От Москвы до Шепетовки. » Ундервуд - Ампутация » Успенская Люба - Мужики » Устинов Юрий - Там, за тихой полночью » Успенская Люба - Чужая жена » Успенская Люба - Вареники с вишнями » Умка и Броневичок - Дворник-аристократ » Умка и Броневичок - Каменныецветочки » Уматурман - Ни кола, ни дачки » Устинов Юрий - Мой ветер » Устинов Юрий - Это память о зимнем садике » Умка и Броневичок - Так далеко » Успенская Люба - От Москвы до Шепетовки » Успенская Люба - Осенний вальс » Устинов Юрий - Плывем. Куда ж нам плыть? » Устинов Юрий - Светлячки |
|
© 2007-2025 «MusWorld.ru»
|