Днешната песен
Днешната песен
Maiden, 2000
http://youtube.com/watch?v=Aol1bP94fXU
Ghost Of The Navigator [6:50] (Gers, Dickinson, Harris)
I have sailed to many lands, now I make my final journey
On the bow I stand, west is where I go
Through the night I plough, still my heart, calculate and pray
As the compass swings, my will is strong, I will not be led astray
Mysteries of time clouds that hide the sun
But I know, but I know, but I know
I see the ghosts of navigators but they are lost
As they sail into the sunset they'll count the cost
As their skeletons accusing emerge from the sea
The sirens of the rocks, they beckon me
Take my heart and set it free, carried forward by the waves
Nowhere left to run, navigator's son,
Chasing rainbows all my days
Where I go I do not know, I only know the place I've been
Dreams they come and go, ever shall be so,
Nothing's real until you feel
I steer between the crashing rocks, the sirens call my name
Lash my hands onto the helm, blood surging with the strain
I will not fail now as sunrise comes the darkness left behind
For eternity I follow on there is no other way
Mysteries of time clouds that hide the sun
But I know, I know
I see the ghosts of navigators but they are lost
As they sail into the sunset they'll count the cost
As their skeletons accusing emerge from the sea
The sirens of the rocks, they beckon me
Take my heart and set it free, carried forward by the waves
Nowhere left to run, navigator's son,
Chasing rainbows all my days
Where I go I do not know, I only know the place I've been
Dreams they come and go, ever shall be so,
Nothing's real until you feel
(4:35 – Solo: Janick Gers)
I see the ghosts of navigators but they are lost
As they sail into the sunset they'll count the cost
As their skeletons accusing emerge from the sea
The sirens of the rocks, they beckon me
Take my heart and set it free, carried forward by the waves
Nowhere left to run, navigator's son,
Chasing rainbows all my days
Where I go I do not know, I only know the place I've been
Dreams they come and go, ever shall be so,
Nothing's real until you feel
http://youtube.com/watch?v=Aol1bP94fXU
Ghost Of The Navigator [6:50] (Gers, Dickinson, Harris)
I have sailed to many lands, now I make my final journey
On the bow I stand, west is where I go
Through the night I plough, still my heart, calculate and pray
As the compass swings, my will is strong, I will not be led astray
Mysteries of time clouds that hide the sun
But I know, but I know, but I know
I see the ghosts of navigators but they are lost
As they sail into the sunset they'll count the cost
As their skeletons accusing emerge from the sea
The sirens of the rocks, they beckon me
Take my heart and set it free, carried forward by the waves
Nowhere left to run, navigator's son,
Chasing rainbows all my days
Where I go I do not know, I only know the place I've been
Dreams they come and go, ever shall be so,
Nothing's real until you feel
I steer between the crashing rocks, the sirens call my name
Lash my hands onto the helm, blood surging with the strain
I will not fail now as sunrise comes the darkness left behind
For eternity I follow on there is no other way
Mysteries of time clouds that hide the sun
But I know, I know
I see the ghosts of navigators but they are lost
As they sail into the sunset they'll count the cost
As their skeletons accusing emerge from the sea
The sirens of the rocks, they beckon me
Take my heart and set it free, carried forward by the waves
Nowhere left to run, navigator's son,
Chasing rainbows all my days
Where I go I do not know, I only know the place I've been
Dreams they come and go, ever shall be so,
Nothing's real until you feel
(4:35 – Solo: Janick Gers)
I see the ghosts of navigators but they are lost
As they sail into the sunset they'll count the cost
As their skeletons accusing emerge from the sea
The sirens of the rocks, they beckon me
Take my heart and set it free, carried forward by the waves
Nowhere left to run, navigator's son,
Chasing rainbows all my days
Where I go I do not know, I only know the place I've been
Dreams they come and go, ever shall be so,
Nothing's real until you feel
Аз си признавам,че ги слушам понякога, но повече си падам по сладникавите, романтични ...Remmivs написа:една от любимите ми е
клипът не струва, някой фен на пиратите го е правил
но песента и текста... просто...
Мейдън
Има нова сладкарница със супер сладки (мноо вкусни) на Ан. Кънчев 18
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
Супер! Ще мина да пия едно горчиво кафе с вино някой път там. Аз също слушам всичко, което ми харесва. Но някои неща просто резонират в мен. Това е такава песен.ELBI написа:Аз си признавам,че ги слушам понякога, но повече си падам по сладникавите, романтични ...
Има нова сладкарница със супер сладки (мноо вкусни) на Ан. Кънчев 18
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А ЧВ с ФС предлагат ли?ELBI написа:Има нова сладкарница със супер сладки (мноо вкусни) на Ан. Кънчев 18
Ситият на гладния не вярва...
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Тогава за какво я хвалиш?ELBI написа:Ц.сър Айвънхоу написа:А ЧВ с ФС предлагат ли?ELBI написа:Има нова сладкарница със супер сладки (мноо вкусни) на Ан. Кънчев 18
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За сладките.сър Айвънхоу написа:Тогава за какво я хвалиш?ELBI написа:Ц.сър Айвънхоу написа:А ЧВ с ФС предлагат ли?ELBI написа:Има нова сладкарница със супер сладки (мноо вкусни) на Ан. Кънчев 18
Писах го.
За ЧВ и ФС си има други местенца. За фотомодели - други. За танци-манци - други.
Всичко си е диференцирано от времето на Сър Айзак Нютън.
Такива ми ти работи.
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
- сър Айвънхоу
- Мнения: 13302
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Аз пък си мислех, че само ЧВ с ФС те интересуат и ММ... А то и сладки си обичал...ELBI написа: За сладките.
Писах го.
За ЧВ и ФС си има други местенца. За фотомодели - други. За танци-манци - други.
Всичко си е диференцирано от времето на Сър Айзак Нютън.
Такива ми ти работи.
Ситият на гладния не вярва...
Bella Ciao
Bella Ciao