Вершы:
Morgado Simón

Though some may reach for the stars, others will end behind bars What the future has in store, no one ever knows before Yet we would all like the right

I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love As she lies here beside me asleep with the night And her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow

Пераклад: Сымон, Ніна. Заўтра.

Пераклад: Сымон, Ніна. Заўтра мая чарга.

Пераклад: Simon And Garfunkel. Раніцай у сераду, 3 раніцы.

Пераклад: Simon And Garfunkel. Раніцай у сераду, 3 раніцы.

I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love As she lies here beside me asleep with the night And her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow

Des reves sur le bitume Quelques mots d'amertume On change de decor Des fusiliers marins Passent Boulevard Saint-Germain J'ai oublie ton corps Qu'est

: Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank Like a shroud it covers Bleeker Street Fills the alleys where men sleep Hides the shepherd from the sheep