А.С. Пушкин * * * Я вас любил: любовь еще, быть может, В душе моей угасла не совсем; Но пусть она вас больше не тревожит; Я не хочу печалить вас ничем. Я вас любил безмолвно, безнадежно, То робостью, то ревностью томим; Я вас любил так искренно, так нежно, Как дай вам бог любимой быть другим. 1829
I'm holding on your rope, Got me ten feet off the ground I'm hearin what you say but I just can't make a sound You tell me that you need me Then you go and cut me down, but wait You tell me that you're sorry Didn't think I'd turn around, and say... It's too late to apologize, it's too late I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late I'd take another chance, take a fall Take a shot for you And I need you like a heart needs a beat But it's nothin new - yeah yeah I loved you with a fire red- Now it's turning blue, and you say... "Sorry" like the angel heaven let me think was you But I'm afraid... It's too late to apologize, it's too late I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late It's too late to apologize, it's too late I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late It's too late to apologize, yeah I said it's too late to apologize, yeah- I'm holdin on your rope, got me ten feet off the ground...
Good night, my someone. Good night, my love. Sleep tight, my someone. Sleep tight, my love. Our star is shining its brightest light, For good night, my love, for good night. Sweet dreams be yours, dear, if dreams there be -- Sweet dreams to carry you close to me. I wish they may and I wish they might. Now good night, my someone, good night. "True love can be whispered from heart to heart, When lovers are parted," they say. But I must depend on a wish and a star As long as my heart doesn't know who you are. Sweet dreams be yours, dear, if dreams there be -- Sweet dreams to carry you close to me. I wish they may and I wish they might. Now good night, my someone, good night. Good night! Good night!