Нет, человек может такое написать, конечно, но в основном разочаровавшийся во всём мужик за сорок ради бабла... Минут этак за пятнадцать. Типа "дым сигарет с ментолом". Реальная молодая девушка, рассчитывающая на какое-то там будущее с музыкой... Нэ...
"I met you where the river runs,
Barefoot on the banks, chasing the sun.
Your laughter echoed through the pines,
Like a song I swore would always be mine.
But seasons change and rivers bend,
And some good things just have to end.
I tried to hold the waves in place,
But love don’t work that way.
Oh, where the river runs, you left your name,
Carved in stone, but washed away.
The water took what we couldn’t save,
Now I stand alone by yesterday.
Oh, love was strong, but time was wild,
And I was just a dreamer, child—
Where the river runs.
I still go back to that same old shore,
Close my eyes, pretend you’re yours.
The wind still hums a melody,
Of all the things we couldn’t be.
But hearts will break and tides will turn,
Lessons learned, bridges burned.
I tried to fight the undertow,
But love don’t let you go.
Oh, where the river runs, you left your name,
Carved in stone, but washed away.
The water took what we couldn’t save,
Now I stand alone by yesterday.
Oh, love was strong, but time was wild,
And I was just a dreamer, child—
Where the river runs.
Maybe someday I’ll stop the chase,
Let the current take your place.
But every drop still sings of you,
And what we lost to something true.
Oh, where the river runs, you left your name,
Carved in stone, but washed away.
The water took what we couldn’t save,
But I still whisper it anyway.
Oh, love was strong, but time was wild,
And I was just a dreamer, child—
Where the river runs.
So I’ll set my heart upon the waves,
And let you go where the river fades.". |
