Wow, it's so beautiful,I wish I understood lyrics better. I had always wondered how could soldiers and prisoners from these stories about wars always have photographs of the most precious people with them, all the time. And recently I saw some in museum and I realized why- they used to make them so tiny, faces were almost invisible. That's such a contrast to our time- we always need these millions of pixels and high resolution. Yet photographs rarely mean us as much as they used to...
In a small photo frame I have a picture of you No other picture in this world I find as beautiful There is a kind of an evening, the sun is moving aslope, golden dandelions you put in the nose of a teapot. To me you are made from gold, I am made from copper. I knew you already before The First World War. Then I was a fat Turkish, In a coat and a hat, I saw you in the royal court of Nikolai. Times change, times fall to pieces, there is not much time left. In a small photo frame I have a picture of you, I have a picture of you, I have a picture of you, I have a picture of you. In a small photo frame I have a picture of you No other picture in this world I find as beautiful
Dīvaini. Gandrīz gads pagāja, kopš es un vēl vairāki desmiti cilvēku stāvējam pie tiem stikliem un šo klausījāmies, bet patīkamas sajūtas vēl aizvien uzdzen. Ehh, gribu to vakaru atpakaļ. Tas bija lieliski! :)
Klausoties sho, dveesele tiiraaka top....
Nav iespeejams aprakstiit, cik loti SKAISTI.
Paldies!
Я её в день раз 10 слушаю
ļoti pārsteidza dziesmas nomierinošā enerģija :) kaut dzejoļa tekstu izprot savādāk
jes, meklēju, šis ir tuvāk oriģinālam.
Kaut kas ļoti patīkams (love)
this so beautiful and touching...
Absolūti brīnišķīga dziesma
Wow, it's so beautiful,I wish I understood lyrics better.
I had always wondered how could soldiers and prisoners from these stories about wars always have photographs of the most precious people with them, all the time. And recently I saw some in museum and I realized why- they used to make them so tiny, faces were almost invisible. That's such a contrast to our time- we always need these millions of pixels and high resolution. Yet photographs rarely mean us as much as they used to...
In a small photo frame
I have a picture of you
No other picture in this world
I find as beautiful
There is a kind of an evening,
the sun is moving aslope,
golden dandelions you put
in the nose of a teapot.
To me you are made from gold,
I am made from copper.
I knew you already before
The First World War.
Then I was a fat Turkish,
In a coat and a hat,
I saw you
in the royal court of Nikolai.
Times change, times fall to pieces,
there is not much time left.
In a small photo frame
I have a picture of you,
I have a picture of you,
I have a picture of you,
I have a picture of you.
In a small photo frame
I have a picture of you
No other picture in this world
I find as beautiful
this song just makes me cry..in very strange way
ļoti labs :))
Tādā nomierinoša un patīkama! :)
rāmi,mierīgi un skaisti.....
jēj,beidzot!
ceru,ka būs koncertā :)
Priecē :)
Skaisti. Tas ir īstais vārsds, kas raksturo šo dziesmu, noskaņu, sajūtas.. :)
Yees! :)
skaisti.
gan jau, ka tā bija nejaušība, lai gan tā ir naiva cerībiņa ;D
Dīvaini. Gandrīz gads pagāja, kopš es un vēl vairāki desmiti cilvēku stāvējam pie tiem stikliem un šo klausījāmies, bet patīkamas sajūtas vēl aizvien uzdzen. Ehh, gribu to vakaru atpakaļ. Tas bija lieliski! :)
Dziesma, kas liek apstāties. Kārtējā no PV, kurā ir gabaliņš mūžības....
cik degradētam ir jābūt lai nospiestu ''nepatīk''??
Izvini ja nemogu slushatj eto ja blevatj
Uzspiedu nepatīk principa pēc