Текст песни Brushstrokes of Reunion - Manic Street Preachers
I
listened
to
the
sound
of
your
singing
Now
the
pain
had
reached
its
final
limit
The
colour
of
distance
had
found
its
mission
It
was
not
a
reminder,
it
was
a
vision
A
vision
I
was
never
ready
to
feel
your
pain
To
understand
the
picture
on
my
wall
But
then
you
showed
me
the
colour
of
your
soul
A
communication
of
your
love
In
brushstrokes
of
reunion
In
brushstrokes
of
reunion
The
garden
will
never
look
the
same
So
beautifully
mundane
in
comparison
You
signed
it
with
your
name
Then
gave
it
to
me,
a
fragile
inheritance
Inheritance
I
was
never
ready
to
feel
your
pain
To
understand
the
picture
on
my
wall
But
then
you
showed
me
the
colour
of
your
soul
A
communication
of
your
love
In
brushstrokes
of
reunion
In
brushstrokes
of
reunion
In
brushstrokes
of
reunion
In
brushstrokes
of
reunion
Внимание! Не стесняйтесь оставлять отзывы.