I know there's something in the wake of your smile.
I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yea.
You've built a love but that love falls apart.
Your little piece of heaven turns too dark.

Listen to your heart
when he's calling for you.
Listen to your heart
there's nothing else you can do.
I don't know where you're going
and I don't know why,
but listen to your heart
before you tell him goodbye.

Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worthwhile.
The precious moments are all lost in the tide, yea.
They're swept away and nothing is what is seems,
the feeling of belonging to your dreams.

Listen to your heart
when he's calling for you.
Listen to your heart
there's nothing else you can do.
I don't know where you're going
and I don't know why,
but listen to your heart
before you tell him goodbye.

And there are voices
that want to be heard.
So much to mention
but you can't find the words.
The scent of magic,
the beauty that's been
when love was wilder than the wind...

Listen to your heart
when he's calling for you.
Listen to your heart
there's nothing else you can do.
I don't know where you're going
and I don't know why,
but listen to your heart
before you tell him goodbye.

Приветик всем) Вот хз зачем пешу етот пост... Прост так)

С предками ТАК сложно найти общий язык... Это ужас вот я например ругаюсь с предками, но всягда в тот же день мирюсь, мне с ними нелегко, но у мя нет с ними проблемм...

А вот у одной моей подруги(Не буду называть имя, а то яще обидется) мать не дает по телефону болтать, даж немного!!! и инет уже давно подключить обещает, а результатов 0... Странные все-таки родители, которые не входят в положение своих чад! Я своих можнор сказать "приучила" уважать свое мнение, вот с етим мне повезло...

Надесь у всех все хорошо с предками???