Gerard Butler все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

No one would listen
No one but her
Heard as the outcast hears.

Shamed into solitude
Shunned by the multitude
I learned to listen
In my dark, my heart heard music

Damn you!
You little prying Pandora!
You little demon - is this what you wanted to see?
Curse you!
You little Iying Delilah!
You little viper!
now you cannot ever be free!
Damn you . . .

Well, I took a stroll on the old long walk
Of a day -i-ay-i-ay
I met a little girl and we stopped to talk
Of a fine(grand) soft day -i-ay-i-ay
And I ask you, friend, what’s a fella to do
’Because her hair was black and her eyes were blue
And I knew right then I’d be takin’ a whirl
’Around the salthill prom with a galway girl

Nightime sharpens, heightens each sensation.
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination.
Silently the senses abandon their defenses.

Slowly, gently, night unfurls it's splendor.
Grasp it, sense it tremulous and tender.

Turn your face away from the garish light of day.