I have seen the nightingale
Singing in the moonlight
Free, the nightingale
Did not know that upon him I spied
He interrupts himself at times
His head inclined
As if he's listening
Poem
Life is a jest;
Take the delight of it.
Laughter is best;
Sing through the night of it.
Swiftly the tear
And the hurt and the ache of it
Find us down here;
Life must be what we make of it.
Life is a song;
Dance to the thrill of it.
Grief’s hours are long,
And cold is the chill of it.
Joy is man’s need;
Let us smile for the sake of it.
This be our creed:
Life must be what we make of it.
Life is a soul;
The virtue and vice of it,
Strife for a goal,
And man’s strength is the price of it.
Your life and mine,
The bare bread and the cake of it
End in this line:
Life must be what we make of it
doğum günleri ve sing song
şu iyi ki doğdun (isim)... ingilizceden çeviri doğum günü şarkının acil değişmesi gerek senkron bir türlü tutmuyor kırık nota fa diyez var tutmuyor olmuyor yavan kalıyor garp şarka bir kez daha oturmadı be modunda bakıyorum her doğum günü ortamında etrafa
Sit Down
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I'll sing myself to sleep
A song from the darkest hour
Secrets I can't keep
Inside of the day
Swing from high to deep
Extremes of sweet and sour
Hope that God exists
I hope I pray
Drawn by the undertow
My life is out of control
I believe this wave will bear my weight
So let it flow
Oh sit down
Sit down next to me
Sit down, down, down, down, down
In sympathy