Текст песни The Royal Philharmonic Orchestra - One More Try
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I've had enough of danger And people on the streets I'm looking out for angels Just trying to find some peace Now I think it's time That you let me know So if you love me Say you love me But if you don't just let me go... 'Cos teacher There are things that I don't want to learn And the last one I had Made me cry So I don't want to learn to Hold you, touch you Think that you're mine Because it ain't no joy For an uptown boy Whose teacher has told him goodbye, goodbye, goodbye When you were just a stranger And I was at your feet I didn't feel the danger Now I feel the heat That look in your eyes Telling me no So you think that you love me Know that you need me I wrote the song, I know it's wrong Just let me go... And teacher There are things That I don't want to learn Oh the last one I had Made me cry So I don't want to learn to Hold you, touch you Think that you're mine Because it ain't no joy For an uptown boy Whose teacher has told him goodbye, goodbye, goodbye So when you say that you need me That you'll never leave me I know you're wrong, you're not that strong Let me go And teacher There are things That I still have to learn But the one thing I have is my pride Oh so I don't want to Hold you, touch you Think that you're mine Because there ain't no joy For an uptown boy Who just isn't willing to try I'm so cold Inside Maybe just one more try... ---------------------------------- Ещё одна попытка С меня достаточно опасности И людей на улицах. Я ищу ангелов, Просто, пытаясь обрести немного покоя. Сейчас, я думаю, пришло время, Чтобы ты дала мне знать: Если ты любишь меня, Скажи, что ты любишь меня. Но если нет, просто, отпусти меня. Потому что, учительница, Есть вещи, которые я не хочу изучать. И последняя, что была моей, заставила меня плакать. Так что я не хочу учиться Обнимать тебя, прикасаться к тебе, Думать, что ты моя. Потому что это не счастье Для парня с окраины города, Чья учительница сказала ему: «Прощай, прощай, прощай». Когда ты была лишь незнакомкой, И я был у твоих ног, Я не чувствовал опасности. Теперь я чувствую жар. Тот взгляд в твоих глазах говорит мне «нет». Ты думаешь, что ты любишь меня. Знаешь, что нуждаешься во мне. Я написал песню, я знаю, это несправедливо. Просто отпусти меня. Потому что, учительница, Есть вещи, которые я не хочу изучать. И последняя, что была моей, заставила меня плакать. Так что я не хочу учиться Обнимать тебя, прикасаться к тебе, Думать, что ты моя. Потому что это не счастье Для парня с окраины города, Чья учительница сказала ему: «Прощай, прощай, прощай». Так что, когда ты говоришь мне, что нуждаешься во мне, Что ты никогда не оставишь меня. Я знаю, ты неправа. Ты не настолько сильна. Отпусти меня. И, учительница, Есть вещи, которые я всё же должен изучать. И единственное, что у меня есть, — это моя гордость. О, поэтому я не хочу удерживать тебя, прикасаться к тебе, Думать, что ты моя. Потому что нет счастья для парня с окраины города, Который не хочет пытаться. Мне так холодно Внутри. Может быть, всего лишь ещё одна попытка. Смотрите также:
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I've had enough of danger
And people on the streets
I'm looking out for angels
Just trying to find some peace
Now I think it's time
That you let me know
So if you love me
Say you love me
But if you do not just let me go ...
'Cos teacher
There are things that I do not want to learn
And the last one I had
Made me cry
So I do not want to learn to
Hold you, touch you
Think that you're mine
Because it is not no joy
For an uptown boy
Whose teacher has told him goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
When you were just a stranger
And I was at your feet
I did not feel the danger
Now I feel the heat
That look in your eyes
Telling me no
So you think that you love me
Know that you need me
I wrote the song, I know it's wrong
Just let me go ...
And teacher
There are things
That I do not want to learn
Oh the last one I had
Made me cry
So I do not want to learn to
Hold you, touch you
Think that you're mine
Because it is not no joy
For an uptown boy
Whose teacher has told him goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
So when you say that you need me
That you'll never leave me
I know you're wrong, you're not that strong
Let me go
And teacher
There are things
That I still have to learn
But the one thing I have is my pride
Oh so I do not want to
Hold you, touch you
Think that you're mine
Because there is not no joy
For an uptown boy
Who just is not willing to try
I'm so cold
Inside
Maybe just one more try ...
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Another attempt
I've had enough of danger
And people on the streets .
I'm looking for angels
Just trying to find a little peace .
Now , I think it's time ,
You to let me know :
If you love me,
Say that you love me.
But if not, just let me go .
Because the teacher ,
There are things that I do not want to learn .
And the last thing that was mine,
made me cry.
So I do not want to learn
Hold you , touch you ,
Think that you're mine .
Because this is not happiness
For a guy from the outskirts of the city,
Whose teacher said to him: " Good-bye , good-bye , good-bye ."
When you were a stranger ,
And I was at your feet ,
I did not feel in danger.
Now I feel the heat .
That look in your eyes
I said "no."
You think you love me.
You know that you need me .
I wrote the song , I know it's not fair .
Just let me go .
Because the teacher ,
There are things that I do not want to learn .
And the last thing that was mine,
made me cry.
So I do not want to learn
Hold you , touch you ,
Think that you're mine .
Because this is not happiness
For a guy from the outskirts of the city,
Whose teacher said to him: " Good-bye , good-bye , good-bye ."
So when you tell me that you need me ,
What do you never leave me .
I know you're wrong. You're not strong enough .
Let me go .
And the teacher ,
There are things
I still have to learn .
And the only thing that I have - this is my pride.
Oh, so I do not want
hold you , touch you ,
Think that you're mine .
Because there is no happiness
for a guy from the outskirts of the city,
Who does not want to try .
I'm so cold
Inside.
Maybe just one more try.
