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Bob Dylan | Love Minus Zero/No Limit

My love she speaks like silence
Without ideals or violence
She doesn’t have to say she’s faithful
Yet she’s true, like ice, like fire
People carry roses
Make promises by the hours
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can’t buy her

In the dime stores and bus stations
People talk of situations
Read books, repeat quotations
Draw conclusions on the wall
Some speak of the future
My love she speaks softly
She knows there’s no success like failure
And that failure’s no success at all

The cloak and dagger dangles
Madams light the candles
In ceremonies of the horsemen
Even the pawn must hold a grudge
Statues made of matchsticks
Crumble into one another
My love winks, she does not bother
She knows too much to argue or to judge

The bridge at midnight trembles
The country doctor rambles
Bankers’ nieces seek perfection
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring
The wind howls like a hammer
The night blows cold and rainy
My love she’s like some raven
At my window with a broken wing

Новата песен на Рафи хД Направо се зарибих по нея ^^
Ra-a-ff-i-i
Goooo!
I know, what you need Yeah
Just a moment, let it breath Yeah
You wanna rock it, so do we Yeah
Just Take your time, let me know when You are ready
One, two, three, four
Here we come to knock at your the door
wave your hands in the air
Music makes you wanna move it,
you can`t take anymore
wave your hands in the air
WHoaaaa
E-e-e-e
e-o-e-e-e
e-o-e-ee-o-e
4,3,2,1
E-e-e-e
e-o-e-e-e
e-o-e-e
e-o-e
4,3,2,1
E-e-e-e
e-o-e-e-e
e-o-e-e
e-o-e
4,3,2,1
Get it bumpin, get it jumpin
Get it movin, make it groovin
from your head yeah, till your shoes yeah
dont fight the rythm, let it take control of you
One, two, three, four
Here we come to knock at your the door
wave your hands in the air
Music makes you wanna move it,
you can`t take anymore
wave your hands in the air
WHoaaaa
E-e-e-e
e-o-e-e-e
e-o-e-ee-o-e
4,3,2,1
..
Даже ако сте гледали клипа там виждате сърцето на ръката му , аз си направих такова :Д

Suzanne Vega | The Queen And The Soldier

The soldier came knocking upon the queen's door
He said, "I am not fighting for you any more"
The queen knew she'd seen his face someplace before
And slowly she let him inside.

He said, "I've watched your palace up here on the hill
And I've wondered who's the woman for whom we all kill
But I am leaving tomorrow and you can do what you will
Only first I am asking you why."

Down in the long narrow hall he was led
Into her rooms with her tapestries red
And she never once took the crown from her head
She asked him there to sit down.

He said, "I see you now, and you are so very young
But I've seen more battles lost than I have battles won
And I've got this intuition, says it's all for your fun
And now will you tell me why?"

The young queen, she fixed him with an arrogant eye
She said, "You won't understand, and you may as well not try"
But her face was a child's, and he thought she would cry
But she closed herself up like a fan.

And she said, "I've swallowed a secret burning thread
It cuts me inside, and often I've bled"
He laid his hand then on top of her head
And he bowed her down to the ground.

" Tell me how hungry are you? How weak you must feel
As you are living here alone, and you are never revealed
But I won't march again on your battlefield"
And he took her to the window to see.

And the sun, it was gold, though the sky, it was gray
And she wanted more than she ever could say
But she knew how it frightened her, and she turned away
And would not look at his face again.

And he said, "I want to live as an honest man
To get all I deserve and to give all I can
And to love a young woman who I don't understand
Your highness, your ways are very strange."

But the crown, it had fallen, and she thought she would break
And she stood there, ashamed of the way her heart ached
She took him to the doorstep and she asked him to wait
She would only be a moment inside.

Out in the distance her order was heard
And the soldier was killed, still waiting for her word
And while the queen went on strangeling in the solitude she preferred
The battle continued on

aaaaaand.