I feel so unsure,
As I take your hand,
And lead you to the dance floor,
As the music dies,
Something in your eyes,
Calls to mind a silver screen,
And all its sad goodbyes.
I'm never gonna dance again,
Guilty feet have got no rhythm,
Though it's easy to pretend,
I know you're not a fool,
I should have known better than to cheat a friend,
And waste a chance that I'd been given,
So I'm never gonna dance again,
The way I danced with you,
Time can never mend,
The careless whisper of a good friend,
To the heart and mind,
Ignorance is kind,
There's no comfort in the truth,
Pain is all you'll find.
I'm never gonna dance again,
Guilty feet have got no rhythm,
Though it's easy to pretend,
I know you're not a fool,
I should have known better than to cheat a friend,
And waste a chance that I'd been given,
So I'm never gonna dance again,
The way I danced with you,
Tonight the music seems so loud,
I wish that we could lose this crowd,
Maybe it's better this way,
We'd hurt each other with the things we want to say,
We could have been so good together,
We could have lived this dance forever,
But now who's gonna dance with me,
Please stay.
I'm never gonna dance again,
Guilty feet have got no rhythm,
Though it's easy to pretend,
I know you're not a fool,
I should have known better than to cheat a friend,
And waste a chance that I'd been given,
So I'm never gonna dance again,
The way I danced with you.
Now that you've gone,
Now that you've gone,
Now that you've gone
Was what I did so wrong,
So wrong that you had to leave me alone.
I'm never gonna dance again,
Guilty feet have got no rhythm,
Though it's easy to pretend,
I know you're not a fool,
I should have known better than to cheat a friend,
And waste a chance that I'd been given,
So I'm never gonna dance again,
The way I danced with you tonight.
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Я прошу вас -- тише
Пусть моя печаль звучит так одиноко
Когда все замрет я возьму смычок
Отчего же скрипка вы так жестоки
Припев:
Наверно я сошел с ума
И с тех пор как взял вас в руки
Плачет тонкая струна
Неземные звуки,
Но прикосновение смычка
Приближает час разлуки
Бьется бьется тонкая струна
Причиняя муки
Вашей тонкой шее
Лучше руки понежнее
И волос ваш цвет
В седину одет
Утомилась трость смычка чародея
Припев.
Но все же скрипка я вам верю
Вы в судьбах запертые двери
Скрипка... пускай я устал
Но мне милее в жизни ваш немой футляр
Вы божество,вы вдохновенье
Мне краше жизни ваше пенье
Я за вами на край света
Без сомненья
Припев.
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