стареют ли чувства? душа?
стареют ли чувства? душа?
Цветы слабые. И простодушные. И они стараются придать себе храбрости. Они думают: если у них шипы, их все боятся...
She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
I've seen the world, done it all
Had my cake now
Diamonds, brilliant, in Bel-Air now
Hot summer nights, mid July
When you and I were forever wild
The crazy days, city lights
The way you'd play with me like a child
Will you still love me
When I'm no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me
When I've got nothing but my aching soul?
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?
I've seen the world, lit it up
As my stage now
Challenging angels in a new age now
Hot summer days, rock n roll
The way you play for me at your show
And all the ways, I got to know
Your pretty face and electric soul
Will you still love me
When I'm no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me
When I've got nothing but my aching soul?
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?
Dear lord, when I get to heaven
Please let me bring my man
When he comes tell me that you'll let him
Father tell me if you can
All that grace, all that body
All that face, makes me wanna party
He's my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds
Will you still love me
When I'm no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me
When I've got nothing but my aching soul?
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?
Will you still love me when I'm not young and beautiful?
Цветы слабые. И простодушные. И они стараются придать себе храбрости. Они думают: если у них шипы, их все боятся...
She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
Цветы слабые. И простодушные. И они стараются придать себе храбрости. Они думают: если у них шипы, их все боятся...
She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
Цветы слабые. И простодушные. И они стараются придать себе храбрости. Они думают: если у них шипы, их все боятся...
She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
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