Toprak yağmura, ben sana

Aşık olduk yeniden

İmkansız gibi görünen

Bu mesele

Girdi aklıma her gece

Tanıdık bir melodi

Sen miydin sebebi

Söylesene

Bir kadın gelir

Değiştirir seni

Alıştığın o sert

Kararlı şeklini

Yüz binlerce yıldır

Böyledir gider

Suyun kumsala vurması gibi

Vurması gibi

Ve gök ağladı her sabah

Ben kayboldum yeniden

Şu camlardan süzülen

Tane tane

Ve hep uykuya dalmadan

Düşündüm geceleri

O yazdığın dizeleri

Ezberimde

Bir kadın gelir

Değiştirir seni

Alıştığın o sert

Kararlı şeklini

Yüz binlerce yıldır

Böyledir gider

Suyun kumsala vurması gibi

I lay next to myself, breathing slow
Car crash in rewind
"There's nothing you could have done, " said a soft voice
"Calm down, you will survive"

Leave me out of my mind, sedated
Bitter and blurry-eyed
Please don't look me in my face when I'm wasted
You know you can't relate

And the world got a little more dim tonight (whoa-oh-oh)
The world got a little more dim tonight (whoa-oh-oh)
Though you had to go, I won't forget your light
The world got a little more dim tonight (whoa-oh-oh)

Days come just like our friends with the soft glow
The one touch that slowly fades
You're just out of my reach, oh, in the shadows
Still young but weathered grey

And the world got a little more dim tonight (whoa-oh-oh)
The world got a little more dim tonight (whoa-oh-oh)
Though you had to go, I won't forget your light
The world got a little bit more dim tonight (whoa-oh-oh)

I will protect your light

I will protect your light

Lay down with me tonight, breathing slow
Back in your driveway
Rest now, kiss me goodbye in the morning
I'm with you always
And the world got a little more dim tonight
The world got a little more dim tonight

Source: Musixmatch

I wasn’t built for this my head can’t make any damn sense of this so it sings
Can’t remember the smell and I can’t recall the taste but I try everyday

If I wasn’t so afraid
I’d shine a light up to space
Then my soul could be
Strong enough to see your face
One more day

One more day

I found notes that you hid sharing secrets and fears that were meant to stay hid
Moving stuff out your room leaves me emptier than the room where you stayed

If I wasn’t so afraid
I’d shine a light up to space
Then my soul could be
Strong enough to see your face
Give me one more day

One more day (day)

And if I wasn’t so afraid
I’d shine a light up to space
Then my soul could be
Strong enough to see your face
One more day

پ.ن: برایان این کارتو همین چند دیقه پیش شنیدم ... جزو اون کاراییه که تنهایی براخودش یه پلی لیسته... اصلن تو مخی نیست.... دمت گرم خسته نباشی..... اگر تونستی یه ورژن دیگه بده بیرون که اون صدای کورم نداشته باشه توش.. یهو مثل رعد و برق میزنه به حس اهنگ خرابش میکنه...... ادم محو پیانو و سازای لطیفه یهو یهو مثل قطار از بقل گوش ادم رد میشه صدای کور.... نکن عزیزم نکن برادر.... صدات و موزیک عالیه... صدای کور خرابش کرده.... کارت عالیه درکل خسته نباشی.

Hush, hush
Don't say a word
The faint cries can hardly be heard
A storm lies beyond the horizon, barely
Don't stop
Sweep through the days
Like children that can't stay awake
Stay here untainted and say
Stay while the melody's sung
Break like a wave on the run
I do be sure I can't say anymore
I just know that it won't last forever
Rush, rush
Take me away
Like hourglass sand that never escapes
Stars are born and then die, but carefree
A small clock that ticks without time
And watched by an ocean of eyes
Ending, ascending and then
Stay while the melody's sung
Break like a wave on the run
I do be sure I can't say anymore
I just know that it won't last 
I just know that it won't last forever

Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Laura Pergolizzi
Forever for Now lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group

Je voudrais être comme le vent,
Partout chantant,
Je voudrais être comme le vent,
Partout dansant,
Comme le vent te loue, Seigneur,
Comme le vent.  

Je voudrais être un blanc nuage,
Flanant au ciel.
Je voudrais être un blanc nuage,
Dans le soleil.
Comme le nuage cherche, Seigneur,
Ton visage.

Je voudrais être comme la flamme
Des feux de bois.
Je voudrais être comme la flamme
Des feux de joie.
Comme la flamme monte, Seigneur,
Tendue vers toi.

Je voudrais être comme une guitare
Au coeur chantant.
Je voudrais être comme une guitare
Au coeur vibrant.
Comme une guitare que tu puisses
Remplir de ta chanson.

The palm trees are quietly swaying.
The taste of a sweet summer wine.
That look in your eyes, oh this must be paradise.
Your whispers are killing me softly
seduce me this starry night,
I feel swept off my feet,
in my heart burns the heat,
the heat from your Spanish eyes.
I will never forget the words that you said:
'Yo te amo, mi amor',
Besame (besame), besame mucho
mi primer (mi primer), primer amor.
Besame (besame), besame mucho
you're the one I'm waiting for
Besame (besame), besame mucho.
Yo te quiero (yo te quiero), mi amor,
Besame (besame), besame mucho,
oh it's you, only you I adore
A soft breeze gets up in the darkness,
we walk on the moonlit sand,
I feel swept off my feet,
in my heart burns the heat,
the heat from your Spanish eyes.
I will never forget the words that you said:
'Yo te amo, mi amor',
Besame (besame), besame mucho
mi primer (mi primer), primer amor.
Besame (besame), besame mucho
you're the one I'm waiting for
Besame (besame), besame mucho.
Yo te quiero (yo te quiero), mi amor,
Besame (besame), besame mucho,
oh it's you, only you I adore
Besame (besame), besame mucho,
oh it's you, only you
that I adore

Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Jan Keizer / Jack Veerman / Johannes C.H.M. Tuijp
Artist: BZN
Album: Pearls
Released: 1997
Genre: Pop

- Goddamn it, Andrew! If you're going to succeed at this thing you're trying to do... you've got to stop being so damn deferential.
+ I can't help being deferential. It's built-in.
- Then change.
+ Change? I have changed.
- I don't mean on the outside. Change on the inside. Take chances, make mistakes.

+ mistakes?

- Yes, Sometimes it's important not to be perfect, okay? It's important to do the wrong thing!
+Do the wrong thing?
-Yes.
+ Why? oh I see. To learn from your mistakes.
- No. To make them! To find out what's real and what's not, to find out what you feel. Human beings are terrible messes.
+ I'll grant you that. I see. This is what is known as an irrational conversation, isn't it?
- This is a human conversation. It's not about being rational. It's about following your heart.
+ And that's what I should do?
-Yes. And you have a heart, Andrew. I feel it. I don't even believe it sometimes, but I do feel it.
+ And in order to follow that heart... one must do the wrong thing.
- Yes.
+ Thank you.

+So you're not married yet?
-No, two weeks from Saturday.
+I'm not too late. Are you positive you're doing the right thing?
-Positive?
+About getting married?
-I'm never positive about anything.
+You could be doing the wrong thing.
-I'm pretty sure I'm doing the right thing.
+Great.
-Why is that great?
+well, You told me to do the wrong thing. now you aren't doing the wrong thing, you're doing the right thing. You're not following your own advice, 'cause if you were you wouldn't marry him.
-Because I would be doing the right thing.
+Precisely.
-In some strange way, you're starting to make sense.
+Good. give me an idea of what it's like to be in love with someone who's marrying someone else? Someone who's magnificent? Someone who walks into a room and lights it up like the sun? Someone who you know is lying to herself?
-Lying?
+Convincingly. Very very much so.
-About what?
+That you don't love me when I know, at least in some way, you do.
-And how do you know that?
+ Portia, I have done everything, inside and out.
-That stuff doesn't matter to me.
+Something matters. If nothing mattered, you'd love me... and not some man whose chin could sink the Titanic.
- What?

+ See? It's true, isn't it?
Sorry.
Does he light you up like this? Does he make you laugh?
-Nobody makes me laugh like this.
+Good. Then admit it. Admit that you love me. Give me one kiss. That's all. So one quick kiss. Just one kiss could not jeopardise a glorious marriage. It would also explain why your pulse just jumped from 66 to 102 beats per minute. Your respiration is doubled. You're putting out clouds of pheromones.
-It's not fair to read me like that.
+I know. Love isn't fair. I'm reading your heart. I'm asking you to follow it. Begging you. Begging is supposed to be humiliating. I don't care. I love you, Portia. I loved you the very first moment I saw you.

April Rain

One Is Glad to Be of Service 

(In Memory of Robin Williams)