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Деревья за окном окутаны зеленой дымкой. От аромата распускающейся листвы сносит крышу. Что же будет, когда это все начнет цвести? У меня под окном черемуха и сирень, а у подъезда кусты жасмина...
Вертится в голове песня Джорджа Майкла с альбома "Older" - The Strangest Thing. Сказать, что ее текст меня цепляет, - значит не сказать ничего.



George Michael - The Strangest Thing

Take my life
Time has been twisting the knife
I don't recognise
People I care for

Take my dreams
Childish and weak at the seams
Please don't analyse
Please just be there for me

The things that I know
Nobody told me
The seeds that are sown
They still control me

There's a liar in my head
There's a thief upon my bed
And the strangest thing
Is I cannot still to keep my eyes open

Take my hand
Lead me to some peaceful land
That I cannot find
Inside my head

Wake me with love
It's all I need
But in all this time
Still no one said...

There's a liar in my head
There's a thief upon my bed
And the strangest thing
Is I cannot still to keep my eyes open

Give me something I can hold
Give me something to believe in
I am frightened for my soul
Please, please
Make love to me, send love through me
Heal me with your crime
The only one who ever knew me
We've waisted so much time
So much time