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Romance - Marc Almond

My days are quickly disappearing

But the pain's always the same

As if the roses are decaying

And the nightingales are dying

The love has kept my life in order

Feels so wasteful too

From your skin as soft as satin

From your skin soft as satin

Poisoned blood is running out of you

Poisoned blood is running out of you

If the reason I am living

Is because of a dream

Like blind children we'll be climbing

Up the mountain to the sky

And there we'll find the dreamland

Of the whitest clouds

We'll be looking for dead roses

We'll be looking for dead roses

Listen to dead nightingales

Odnoobraznye mel'kayut

Vsyo s toy zhe bol'yu dni moyi

Kak budto rozy opadayut

I umirayut solovyi

No i ona pechal'na tozhe

Mne prikazavshaya lyubov'

I pod yeyo atlasnoy kozhey

Bezhit otravlennaya krov'