The show must go on .... The show must go on .... Inside my heart is breaking ... My make-up may be flaking ... But my smile still stays on
چشمهايم را مي بندم و در تاريكي محض مي گذارم موسيقي عين تگرگ ببارد روي سرمان ... متوجه نمي شوم كه كي سيلوين مي ايد و دستهاي مرا مي گيرد و شروع مي كنيم به رقصيدن ... نزديكي هاي نيمه شب ... در يك كوچه ي تاريك در كنار حياط يك مدرسه ي قديمي با آن ساختمان آجري اش ... زير شاخه هاي درخت ها به آن برگهاي زردشان، در هواي سرد پاييز تورنتو با آن اسمان مهتابي ستاره ستاره اش، مي چرخيم و مي خنديم ... فرياد مي زنيم:I guess I'm learning ... I must be warmer now ... I'll soon be turning ... round the corner now ... Outside the dawn is breaking ... But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free
در راه بازگشت صدا را تا آخر بلند مي كنم و با آن مي خوانم :I have to find the will to carry on
**********مي بيني ... حالا من عاشق اين آهنگ شده ام ... و فكر كردم اينجا بگذارمش كه اولا تو بخواني اش ... دوما سياوش دلش به رحم بيايد و اين يكي را هم اپلود كند كه من بگذارم كنار صفحه ام !! حالا اين را از يك جايي پيدايش كن ... از كازا ... يا چه مي دونم از ميدان انقلاب بخر ... صدايش را بلند كن ... بگذار بخواند ... بلند بلند ... خوشگله ... نه؟
***سياوش جان ممنون ... آهنگ را که اپلود کرده ای اينجا می گذارم ... ***
The Show Must Go On
Empty spaces - what are we living for
Abandoned places - I guess we know the score
On and on, does anybody know what we are looking for
Another hero, another mindless crime
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime
Hold the line, does anybody want to take it anymore
The show must go on
The show must go on
Inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on
Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance
Another heartache, another failed romance
On and on, does anybody know what we are living for
I guess I'm learning, I must be warmer now
I'll soon be turning, round the corner now
Outside the dawn is breaking
But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free
The show must go on
The show must go on
Inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
Fairytales of yesterday will grow but never die
I can fly - my friends
The show must go on
The show must go on
I'll face it with a grin
I'm never giving in
On - with the show -
I'll drop the bill, I'll overkill
I have to find the will to carry on
On with the -
On with the show -
The show must go on
