Текст: Peter La Grand. When The Colours Die.
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When the colours die in the winter afternoon
We all sigh and step into the shadows
When the lines of the horizon
Fade from blue on blue to black
And the streetlights come full cycle
Nothing can bring the morning back.
If we could keep the sun from making shadows,
If we could walk out across the water -
Or if I could say I'm sorry
For the silences I brought.
It should not take a miracle
But I need more grace than I thought.
Now, when the colors die
In the early afternoon
Lately every time
I just sigh and think of you.
When the colours die in the winter afternoon
We all sigh and step into the shadows
When the lines of the horizon
Fade from blue on blue to black
And the streetlights come full cycle
Nothing can bring the morning back.
If we could keep the sun from making shadows,
If we could walk out across the water -
Or if I could say I'm sorry
For the silences I brought.
It should not take a miracle
But I need more grace than I thought.
Now, when the colors die
In the early afternoon
Lately every time
I just sigh and think of you.
Peter La Grand
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