Ну вот и снова пришел этот день - 8 декабря. Каждый год мы спотыкаемся об эту дату. И каждый год в этот день мы думаем о Джоне.
There are some places in our world
That has no time, that has no name.
I may know them or they are lost,
They keep the fire of your flame.
Now, when you’re near, in the ground,
Or far away where angel sings,
They keep your smile, keep your breath
Through centuries, beneath the kings.
You sing to us “Give Peace A Chance” –
So here it is, now look at us –
We still remember ‘bout you
Your cause is followed by us.
This world is lonely without you.
Who loves it that way, suffers much?
Who stops all wars? Who gives a chance?
Nobody… because now it's March.
There are some places in our world
That has no time, that has no place,
But they remember your brave steps,
Your bitter truth, your big embrace.
Мы помним о тебе, Джон. Но ты тоже помни о нас. |
