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
 Still not gonna speak to meSabina Babayeva - When the Music Dies - http://motolyrics.com/sabina-babayeva/when-the-music-dies-lyrics-catalan-translation.html
 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
Tracto de mantenir-nos viusSabina Babayeva - When the Music Dies - http://motolyrics.com/sabina-babayeva/when-the-music-dies-lyrics-catalan-translation.html
 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
