Тонкие паутинковые нитки дыма медленно поднимаются к потолку и собираются вокруг люстры. Где-то на кухне что-то свое бормочет радио. В джезве весело побулькивает закипающая вода. Грязно белое небо того гляди расплачется дождем. В песочных часах одна за другой песчинки бесшумно скатываются вниз…
What's the time? Seems it's already morning.
I see the sky, it's so beautiful and blue.
The tv's on but the only thing showing is a picture of you.
Oh I get up and make myself some coffee.
I try to read a bit but the story's too thin.
I thank the lord above that you're not here
To see me in this shape i'm in.
Spending my time, watching the days go by.
Feeling so small, I stare at the wall,
Hoping that you think of me too.
I'm spending my time. I try to call but
I don't know what to tell you.
I leave a kiss on your answering machine.
Oh help me please, is there someone
Who can make me wake up from this dream?
Spending my time, watching the days go by.
Feeling so small, I stare at the wall,
Hoping that you are missing me too.
I'm spending my time, watching the sun go down.
I fall asleep to the sound of "tears of a clown,"
A prayer gone blind. I'm spending my time.
My friends keep telling me: hey, life will go on,
Time will make sure i'll get over you.
This silly game of love - you play, you win only to lose.
© Roxette - Spending My Time
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