kinda tribute .. [21 iulie 2010 ; 00:34]
[preocupat cu nimicurile existentei, mi-am amintit intr-o zi ... la aproape o luna dupa 25 iunie...]
It's hard to tell them what I feel for you. They haven't ever met you, and
no one has your picture. So how can they ever understand your mystery?
Let's give them a clue:
Two birds sit in a tree. One eats cherries, while the other looks on.
Two birds fly through the air. One's song drops like crystal from the sky while the other keeps silent. Two birds wheel in the sun. One catches the light on its silver feathers, while the other spreads wings of invisibility.
It's easy to guess which bird I am, but they'll never find you. Unless...
Unless they already know a love that never interferes, that watches from beyond, that breathes free in the invisible air. Sweet bird, my soul, your silence is so precious. How long will it be before the world hears your song in mine?
Oh, that is a day I hunger for!
© Michael Jackson
[ai vazut ce degete lungi/ palme mari avea MJ? ;) ]
It's hard to tell them what I feel for you. They haven't ever met you, and
no one has your picture. So how can they ever understand your mystery?
Let's give them a clue:
Two birds sit in a tree. One eats cherries, while the other looks on.
Two birds fly through the air. One's song drops like crystal from the sky while the other keeps silent. Two birds wheel in the sun. One catches the light on its silver feathers, while the other spreads wings of invisibility.
It's easy to guess which bird I am, but they'll never find you. Unless...
Unless they already know a love that never interferes, that watches from beyond, that breathes free in the invisible air. Sweet bird, my soul, your silence is so precious. How long will it be before the world hears your song in mine?
Oh, that is a day I hunger for!
© Michael Jackson
[ai vazut ce degete lungi/ palme mari avea MJ? ;) ]
cuprinzator/-oare
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