Öèòàòà ñîîáùåíèÿ Ýëüâèí
Êîãäà-íèáóäü...
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Îäíàæäû ÿ ïîñ÷èòàëa òâîè ïàëü÷èêè è ïîöåëîâàëa êàæäûé, êàæäûé èç íèõ.

Îäíàæäû ñíåæèíêè íà÷àëè ïàäàòü, ÿ ïîäíÿëà òåáÿ ââåðõ è ñìîòðåëà, êàê îíè òàÿëè íà òâîåé íåæíîé êîæå
Îäíàæäû ìû ïåðåõîäèëè óëèöó, è òû êðåïêî äåðæàëàñü çà ìîþ ðóêó.
Òîãäà òû áûëà ñîâñåì åù¸ ìàëåíüêàÿ, ...........à òåïåðü òû ó ìåíÿ áîëüøàÿ
Èíîãäà, ÿ ñìîòðþ êàê òû ìå÷òàåøü âî ñíå, è ÿ òîæå, ìå÷òàþ, äóìàÿ î òåáå.........
...... ×òî îäíàæäû, òû íûðíåøü â ïðîõëàäíóþ, ÷èñòóþ âîäó îçåðà
Êîãäà - íèáóäü òû ïîé䏸ü â ãëóáîêèé ëåñ
Êîãäà - íèáóäü òâîè ãëàçà áóäóò ñèÿòü ñ÷àñòüåì, îò ïåðåïîëíÿþùåé ðàäîñòè.
Êîãäà - íèáóäü òû ïîáåæèøü áûñòðî è äàëåêî, ÷òî ïî÷óâñòâóåøü êàê áóäòî áû âìåñòî ñåðäöà îãîíü.
Êîãäà - íèáóäü òû áóäåøü êà÷àòüñÿ âûñîêî - ñòîëü âûñîêî, âûøå, ÷åì êîãäà-ëèáî ñìåëà.
Êîãäà - íèáóäü òû óñëûøèøü êîå-÷òî íàñòîëüêî ãðóñòíîå, ÷òî ñîæìåøüñÿ êîìî÷êîì, íå çíàÿ êóäà äåòü ñåáÿ îò ãîðÿ.
Êîãäà - íèáóäü òû íàïî¸øü ñâîþ ïåñåíêó âåòðó, è âåòåð óíåñåò å¸ ñ ñîáîé
Êîãäà - íèáóäü ÿ áóäó ñòîÿòü íà ýòîì êðûëüöå è íàáëþäàòü çà òâîåé ðóêîé, ìàõàþùåé ìíå, ïîêà ÿ áîëüøå å¸ íå óâèæó
Êîãäà - íèáóäü òû áóäåøü îãëÿäûâàòüñÿ è óäèâëÿòüñÿ , êàê òàêîé ìàëåíüêèé äîì ìîæåò âìåùàòü â ñåáÿ òàêèå îãðîìíûå ÷óâñòâà.
Êîãäà - íèáóäü òû ïî÷óâñòâóåøü ìàëåíüêèé âåñ íà ñâîåé ñèëüíîé ñïèíå.
Êîãäà - íèáóäü ÿ óâèæó êàê òû ðàñ÷åñûâàåøü âîëîñû ñâîåãî ìàëûøà
Êîãäà - íèáóäü, äàëåêî - äàëåêî, òâîè ñîáñòâåííûå âîëîñû áóäóò îòëèâàòü ñåðåáðîì íà ñîëíöå.
Êîãäà òîò äåíü íàñòàíåò, äîðîãàÿ, òû áóäåøü âñïîìèíàòü î íàñ ñ òîáîé.
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Îðèãèíàë òåêñòà
"Someday" by Alison Meghee and Peter h. Reynold
One day I counted your fingers and kissed each one.
One day the first snowflakes fell, and i held you up and watched them melt on your baby skin.
One day we crossed the street, and you held my hand tight.
Than, you were my baby,and now you are my child.
Sometimes, when you sleep, I watched you dream, and i dream too...
That someday you will dive into the cool, clear water of a lake.
Someday you will walk into a deep wood
Someday your eyes will be filled with a joy so deep that they shine.
Someday you will run so fast and so far your heart will feel like fire
Someday you will swing high- so high, higher than you ever dared to swing.
Someday you will hear something so sad that you will fold up with sorrow.
Someday you will call a song to the wind, and the wind will carry your song away.
Someday I will stand on this porch and watch your arms waving to me until i no linger see you.
Someday you will look at this house and wonder how something that feels so big can look so small.
Someday you will feel a small weight against your strong back.
Someday I will watch you brushing your child's hair.
Someday, a long time from now, your own hair will glow silver in the sung
And when that day come, love, you will remember me.
Èñòî÷íèê