Foreign skies Blinded me to empty charms. I crossed the ocean, Fell into your arms...
So sure...so wrong.. You sang me a simple tune, I took if for a song.
Say goodbye... Don't tell me why you have to go... Loving you was as good as gone... As good as gone.
I'd love to know you... Really know you... But you see, there's something you should know, I never really thought you'd go...
Because today, I would have sworn I heard you say... ";I love you..."; ";I want you..."; ";I need to be with you today..."; I saw something in your face...
Приходит в филармонию начинающий композитор, предлагает свое новое произведение, а название его сказать стесняется. Директор говорит: - Не стесняйтесь Тот отвечает, весь краснея: - Я назвал его "Эх, так твою мать!". Директор подумал и говорит: - А что, неплохо, но вот "Эх" убрать нужно, больно уж цыганщину напоминает.
