Sabina Babayeva - When the Music Dies
You, you were my best friend
You were my everything, so don't leave me now
You, you were the best of me
The reason that I believe, so don't leave me now And I try to keep us alive
But you're cold, cold, cold
Now every second that my heart skips, it ends But I still wanna keep us alive
But it's cold, cold, cold, cold when the music dies
It's all black and white and there's no sunrise
When the music dies No you, you can't even look at me
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Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah And I try to keep us alive
But you're cold, cold, cold
Now every second that my heart skips, it ends But I try to keep us alive
But it's cold, cold, cold, cold
When the music dies (cold, cold, cold)
It gets cold and there's no sunrise (cold, cold, cold) So cold, now every second that my heart skips, it ends Oh… try to keep us alive
But you're cold, cold, so cold
Every second my heartbeat ends Still I try to keep us alive
But you're cold, cold, cold
When the music dies
Sabina Babayeva - Quan la música mor (Catalan translation)
Tu, tu eres el meu millor amic
Eres el meu tot, ara no em deixis
Tu, tu vas ser el millor que he tingut
La raó que em fa creure, ara no em deixis
Jo tracto de mantenir-nos vius
Però ets ferd, fred, fred
Ara cada segon del meu cor
Batega, és la fi
Però encara vull mantenir-nos vius
Però és molt fred, fred, fred, Com quan mor la música
Tot és blanc o negre i no hi ha més trencs d'alva
Quan la música mor
I ara tu, ni tan sols pots mirar-me
Encara no pots ni parlar-me
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Però ets fred, fred, fred
Ara cada segon del meu cor
Batega, és la fi
Però encara vull mantenir-vos vius
Però és molt fred, fred, fred
Com quan mor la música
Tot es torna fred i no hi ha trencs d'alva
Tan fred, ara cada segon del meu cor batega, és la fi
Tracto de mantenir-ho viu
Però ets massa fred, fred, fred
Cada segon dels meus bategs disminueixen
Encara miro de mantenir-ho viu
Però ets massa fred, fred, fred
Quan la música mor