Текст песни Silent Heart, Sarah Brightman
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What my poor lips can never tell Of all the beauty God has sent my way And some that man has made as well. I wish my heart could whisper my delight When I behold what I love best; A rose, a ship, a book, a bird in flight, Orion riding in the West. But when I look upon the best of men, Or hear his voice far up the hill, Such noisy thoughts sing in my bosom then I m glad my heart is silent still. My heart is silent still. And all lines are repeated once more |