Saturday, January 28, 2012

Dance ...


Natasha brings me kisses in the moonlight,
She kneels above me, silk upon my skin,
I reach for her, and I can feel her heartbeat,
Beneath her breast so heavy in my hand;
The rain is running rivers on my window,
And shimmers on the streetlights down below,
She's happy when I hold her in the shadows,
And whispers of a life I've never known;
And will you dance, Natasha dance for me,
Because I want to feel the passion in your soul,
And when you dance, will you tell me in a story,
The joy and pain of living in your world;
La la la, la la la, la la la la ...
And with the light I wake up in the morning,
And she has gone, it must have been a dream,
And then I see the roses on my pillow,
And now I know that she will come again;
And she will dance, Natasha dance for me,
Again I want to feel the passion in your soul,
And when you move, will you show me in a story,
The joy and pain of living in your world;
Natasha dance for me ...


- Natasha dance, Chris de Burgh

Monday, January 9, 2012

Cold ...


گاهی آدم هیچ قندی در دلش آب نمی‌شود؛ بس که سرد است.
دلگرمی چیز خوبی است، باعث می‌شود قندهای زیادی در دل آدم آب شود. 

- منبع: نامشخص