Текст песни Then I'll Be Tired Of You - Stanley Turrentine
                                                You 
                                                look 
                                                at 
                                                me 
                                                and 
                                                wonder, 
                                                you 
                                                look 
                                                at 
                                                me 
                                                and 
                                                doubt,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Darling 
                                                your 
                                                eyes 
                                                are 
                                                asking, 
                                                "Will 
                                                the 
                                                flame 
                                                burn 
                                                out?"
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well, 
                                                no 
                                                one 
                                                is 
                                                sure 
                                                of 
                                                sun 
                                                shine, 
                                                no 
                                                one 
                                                is 
                                                sure 
                                                of 
                                                dawn,
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                sure 
                                                my 
                                                love 
                                                will 
                                                live 
                                                on 
                                                and 
                                                on.
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'll 
                                                be 
                                                tired 
                                                of 
                                                you 
                                                when 
                                                stars 
                                                are 
                                                tired 
                                                of 
                                                gleaming
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                tired 
                                                of 
                                                dreaming, 
                                                then 
                                                I'll 
                                                be 
                                                tired 
                                                of 
                                                you.
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                is 
                                                true, 
                                                when 
                                                winds 
                                                are 
                                                tired 
                                                of 
                                                blowing,
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                grass 
                                                is 
                                                tired 
                                                of 
                                                growing, 
                                                then 
                                                I'll 
                                                be 
                                                tired 
                                                of 
                                                you.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Beyond 
                                                the 
                                                years,
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Til 
                                                day 
                                                is 
                                                night, 
                                                'til 
                                                wrong 
                                                is 
                                                right,
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Til 
                                                birds 
                                                refuse 
                                                to 
                                                sing,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Beyond 
                                                the 
                                                years, 
                                                the 
                                                echo 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                only 
                                                love
 
                                    
                                
                                                Will 
                                                still 
                                                be 
                                                whispering, 
                                                whispering.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                if 
                                                my 
                                                throbbing 
                                                heart 
                                                should 
                                                ever 
                                                start 
                                                repeating
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                it 
                                                is 
                                                tired 
                                                of 
                                                beating, 
                                                then 
                                                I'll 
                                                be 
                                                tired 
                                                of 
                                                you.
 
                                    
                                Внимание! Не стесняйтесь оставлять отзывы.
                 
             
                                                         
                                                         
                                                         
                                                         
                                                         
                                                         
                                                        