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Paris , je t'aime

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Theme From 'Gangs Of New York'

Oh my love
It's a long way we've come
From the freckled hills to the steel and glass canyons
From the stony fields, to hanging steel from the sky
From digging in our pockets, for a reason not to say goodbye

These are the hands that built America
Russian, Sioux, Dutch, Hindu
Polish, Irish, German, Italian

I last saw your face in a watercolour sky
As sea birds argued a long goodbye
I took your kiss on the spray of the new line star
You gotta live with your dreams
Don't make them so hard

And these are the hands that built America
These are the hands that built America
The Irish, the Blacks, the Chinese, the Jews
Korean, Hispanic, Muslim, Indian

Of all of the promises
Is this one we can keep
Of all of the dreams
Is this one still out of reach

Its early fall
There's a cloud on the New York skyline
Innocence dragged across a yellow line
These are the hands that built America
These are the hands that built America

+ نوشته شده در  دوشنبه 30 آبان1384ساعت 11:10  توسط پاریسی  | 

Losing My Religion

Life is bigger
It’s bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no I’ve said too much
I set it up

That’s me in the corner
That’s me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don’t know if I can do it
Oh no I’ve said too much
I haven’t said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

Every whisper
Of every waking hour I’m
Choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool
Oh no I’ve said too much
I set it up

Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I’ve said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
That was just a dream

+ نوشته شده در  شنبه 28 آبان1384ساعت 9:49  توسط پاریسی  | 

Coldplay -X&Y-2005

Song : fix you

 

When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

When the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home
and ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

High up above or down below
when you too in love to let it go
If you never try you'll never know
Just what your worth

Lights will guide you home
and ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears streaming down your face and I

Tears stream down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face and I

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

+ نوشته شده در  پنجشنبه 26 آبان1384ساعت 9:56  توسط پاریسی  | 

گل یخ

با شاخه ي گل يخ
 از مرز اين زمستان خواهم گذشت
جايي كنار آتش گمنامي
 آن وام كهنه را به تو پس مي دهم
 تا همسفر شوي
 با عابران شيفته ي
گم شدن
 شايد حقيقتي يافتي
همرنگ آسمان ديار من
 شهري كه در ستايش زيبايي
 دور از تو قهوه اي كه مرا مهمان كردي
 لب مي زنم
 و شاخه ي گل يخ را كنار فنجان جا مي گذارم
چيزي كه از تو وام گرفتم
 مهر تو را به قلب تو پس مي دهم
 آري قسم به ساعت
آتش
 گم مي كنم اگر تو پيدا كني
 اين دستبند باز شد اينك
 از دست تو كه ميوه ي سايش به واژه هاست

+ نوشته شده در  چهارشنبه 18 آبان1384ساعت 14:22  توسط پاریسی  |