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Aashiqui 2 (OST) - तुम ही हो (Tum Hi Ho) Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

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Tum Hi Ho Song

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now i cant live without you,
i'm nothing without you.
now i cant live without you,
i'm nothing without you.
if i go away from you,
i'll be away from myself.
 
because its only you,
now its only you,
you are my life now,
peace in me and the pain too,
now my love is just you.
 
what's the relation between you and me!
that i cant get away for a moment...
 
i live for you everyday,
i give every moment of my life to you.
there's no moment without you,
there's your name in every breath.
 
because its only you,
now its only you,
you are my life now,
peace in me and the pain too,
You are my love,
cause its only you,
because its only you,
now my love is just you.
 

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Forgetful

My love is forgetful, forgetful
How can I fix this fault
I give him an appointment at a night
He tells me next day he can't come
 
Alzheimer's! No, he's really strange!
Why is he confusing my heart with him!
I love him, but the worst demerit
is that what he says to me, he forgets
 
My love is forgetful, forgetful
How can I fix this fault
I give him an appointment at a night
He tells me next day he can't come
 
He brings me a gift, & I become extremely happy
A surprise he had for me
He sees it later & says 'Where did you get this?!'
And forgets that he brought it for me
 
My love is forgetful, forgetful
How can I fix this fault
I give him an appointment at a night
He tells me next day he can't come
 
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Everyone knows Juanita

Juanita is already well-known everywhere
With eyes of two different colors
With a broken tooth, crooked jaw
Her...fists are to the ground
(Those are the wrong words, there's children here)
 
Her hair's like a broom
She rode like the wind
And if I were just a bit better looking
Then maybe she'd ask me
 

The Tiger

There is a tiger inside of me, furiously raging
and he's always waiting
and I'm always waiting
I hate him and he hates me, he wants to kill me,
but I hope we'll reconcile
as time goes by.
 
His teeth on my heart, his nails on my mind
and for my own good
I'm fighting for him
everything good in the world he makes me hate,
because for him, I have to sing my deepest sorrow.
 
He makes me cross mountains, valleys, and gorges,
in order to embrace
in a wild dance with him,
and when during the cold nights, he remembers his cages,
he hands me his sheepskin
to clothe my self with.
 
Sometimes we put drunkenly,
almost lovingly,
ourselves to sleep
and this silence seems like the calm before the storm,
like the final time
that he will attack.
 
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Snow goes on, snow goes on.

Snow goes on, snow goes on.
White small stars of snow storm
Are spread as geranium flowers
Upon the wooden sticks of the window.
 
It’s snowing, and all is crumpled,
Everything starts to fly over,-
The steps of the black stair,
The turning crossroad.
 
Snow goes on, snow goes on,
As if no flake falls,
And that in patched pelisse
Watery sky goes out on earth.
 
As if – kind of eccentric,
From the upper landing of the stair,
Creeping, playing hide and seek,
Rushes the sky out of the attic.
 
Because life doesn’t wait.
Don’t look backwards - and at Christmas time.
Only a short time lapse,
Look on, here is new-year.
 
It’s snowing, thick-deep.
At same stride, same step,
Same tempo, same laziness,
Or at same speed,
May be, time goes by?
 
May be, from year to year
One follows, how falls the snow,
Or how, words fall in a poem?
May be so passes time?
May be, from year to year.
 
Snow goes on, snow goes on,
It’s snowing, and all is crumpled:
The pedestrian white covered,
The astonished plants,
The turning crossroad.
 
Snow is falling, it’s snowing,
Snow is falling, it’s snowing.
© Bénédicte Schribaux.