Hotel Song
Sunday night, its supper time, the hotel's full and all is fine.
You can see that No Vacancy sign from the window of room 39
Monday morning at half past eight, everybody's gone, they left no trace.
I sit alone as the day grows late, wait to see your friendly face
Why you chose my hotel I'm not real qualified to tell,
it's just your face I remember well,
when you asked if I had a room to sell
Maybe you liked just what you saw,
the cable TV and the indoor spa or maybe it was the low low price twenty-seven
bucks a night
Say the highway is for lovers, but he ain't no friend of mine
because every time I find my heart, I lose it to that long yellow line
You checked in, I checked you out, you smiled from the corners of your mouth
I turned on the no-vacancy sign as you checked in to room 39
I saw the light from your TV, you were watching channel 23
the night was long, the dark was deep, I kinda cried myself to sleep
Say the highway is for lovers, but he ain't no friend of mine
because every time I find my heart, I lose it to that long yellow line
Morning broke itself at last, you got your continental breakfast
dropped off the key and said goodbye, I think I thought I heard you sigh
I caught a glimpse of your licence plate, you were drifting down the innerstate
It said you were from Delaware, I said oh it must be gorgeous there
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Why Am I Waiting
(I sit here watching the clock tick) (Why am I waiting) Sitting on my bed now, waiting for you to come home Counting all the minutes, anticipating It's about time now, you know our
Will You Be There
Hold me Like the river Jordan And I will then say to thee You are my friend Carry me Like you are my brother Love me like a mother Will you be there? When weary Tell me will you
Білий Цвіт На Калин
Починається день з біло пінного світу, Коли сонце з-за гір будить тихе світання І калина цвіте серед білого цвіту Запізнілим своїм ніжним-білим коханням. Приспів: Білий цвіт на калині, як фата на дівчині. Білим цвітом калина рясна Цвіт
Я Буду Жить
Страшно было мне, я ждала застыв Узнав, что рухнул целый мир, остался только ты Тогда была я как на дне, но сказала: "Ничего Переживу. Меня ты сделаешь сильней" Пойдём со мной, не надо