Рецензия на «Любовь бывает самой разной» (Юня Солодкова)
— Цель этих «сантиментов» —
— Too much choice is not a good thing. / Слишком большой выбор – это нехорошо.
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Любовь бывает безответной,
Безумной, грустной, роковой.
Ревнивой, жадной, незаметной,
Эгоистичной и слепой.
— but it doesn't have to be.
... Во, как! Смешнее не бывает!
Привет, Юня!
Что-то случилось?
— А ты попробуй —
«Никогда не требуйте за любовь – любви, за смирение – похвалы, за службу – благодарности. Старайтесь остаться без земных наград, чтобы не потерять наград небесных».
– преподобный Серафим Саровский
— «ЛЮБОВЬ СВЯТАЯ» —
Одно СЕРДЦЕ на всех
— ЛЮБОВЬ СВЯТАЯ объединяет.
Митрополит Волоколамский Иларион говорит образно и точно.
Чтобы понять ее, нужно войти в ее воды, а не разглядывать мусор на берегу.
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No Roots
У меня нет корней, но мой дом никогда не был на земле
I've got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
Меняется только место, остальное остается прежним
It's just the place that changes, the rest is still the same
И тысячу раз я видел эту дорогу
And a thousand times I've seen this road
Тысячи раз
A thousand times
У меня нет корней, но мой дом никогда не был на земле
I've got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
Нет!
No!
No Roots
I like digging holes and hiding things inside them
When I grow old, I hope I won't forget to find them
'Cause I've got memories and travel like gypsies in the night
I build a home and wait for someone to tear it down
Then pack it up in boxes, head for the next town running
'Cause I've got memories and travel like gypsies in the night
And a thousand times I've seen this road
A thousand times
I've got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
I've got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
I've got no roo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oots
I've got no roo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oots
I've got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
I've got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
I've got no roo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oots
I've got no roo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oots
I like standing still, boy, that's just a wishful plan
Ask me where I come from, I'll say a different land
But I've got memories and travel like gypsies in the night
I count gates and numbers, then play the guessing game
It's just the place that changes, the rest is still the same
But I've got memories and travel like gypsies in the night
And a thousand times I've seen this road
A thousand times
I've got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
I've got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
I've got no roo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oots
I've got no roo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oots
I've got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
I've got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
I've got no roo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oots
I've got no roo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oots
I like digging holes
Hiding things inside them
When I grow old
I won't forget to find them
I like digging holes
Hiding things inside them
When I grow old
I won't forget to find them
I've got no roots
No roots
I've got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
I've got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
I've got no roo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oots
I've got no roo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oots
I've got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
I've got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
I've got no roo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oots
I've got no roo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oots
No!