Lyrics Orlando Seale and Samantha Barks - Hamac Of Clouds
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Oh my baby my little one.
How romantic it could be
To climb the sky,
walkin'on a stair of stars, that shining Blue.
And build a hamak of clouds between the south and the north of the halfmoon
And I love you again, again, again, again
I hang my head like a snowflake-man in a burning sun
Because I'm my own ghost I'm really dead, this time.
I'm dead like the corpse in cold, cold graves
How romantic it could be
to climb the sky
in a hamak made of clouds.
А hammock made of clouds.
Oh, hamak made of clouds
My little one
Yes, a hamak made of clouds
To climb the sky
А hamak made of clouds
hamak made of clouds
My little one
Ох, малышка, моя маленькая,
Как романтично это может быть -
Подняться в небо,
Взобраться по лестнице из звезд, что сверкают синим светом.
И построить гамак из облаков между южной и северной частями полумесяца.
И я люблю тебя снова и снова, и снова, и снова.
Я склоняю голову как тающая снежинка под палящим солнцем.
Потому что я призрак, я действительно мертв, сейчас.
Я мертв, как труп в холодной-холодной могиле.
Как романтично это может быть - подняться в небо в гамак, сделанный из облаков.
Гамак из облаков
Ох, Гамак из облаков
моя малышка
да, Гамак из облаков
подняться в небо
В Гамак из облаков
Гамак из облаков
Моя малышка
How romantic it could be
To climb the sky,
walkin'on a stair of stars, that shining Blue.
And build a hamak of clouds between the south and the north of the halfmoon
And I love you again, again, again, again
I hang my head like a snowflake-man in a burning sun
Because I'm my own ghost I'm really dead, this time.
I'm dead like the corpse in cold, cold graves
How romantic it could be
to climb the sky
in a hamak made of clouds.
А hammock made of clouds.
Oh, hamak made of clouds
My little one
Yes, a hamak made of clouds
To climb the sky
А hamak made of clouds
hamak made of clouds
My little one
Ох, малышка, моя маленькая,
Как романтично это может быть -
Подняться в небо,
Взобраться по лестнице из звезд, что сверкают синим светом.
И построить гамак из облаков между южной и северной частями полумесяца.
И я люблю тебя снова и снова, и снова, и снова.
Я склоняю голову как тающая снежинка под палящим солнцем.
Потому что я призрак, я действительно мертв, сейчас.
Я мертв, как труп в холодной-холодной могиле.
Как романтично это может быть - подняться в небо в гамак, сделанный из облаков.
Гамак из облаков
Ох, Гамак из облаков
моя малышка
да, Гамак из облаков
подняться в небо
В Гамак из облаков
Гамак из облаков
Моя малышка
Oh my baby my little one.
How romantic it could be
To climb the sky,
walkin'on a stair of stars, that shining Blue.
And build a hamak of clouds between the south and the north of the halfmoon
And I love you again, again, again, again
I hang my head like a snowflake-man in a burning sun
Because I'm my own ghost. I'm really dead, this time.
I'm dead like the corpse in cold, cold graves
How romantic it could be
to climb the sky
in a hamak made of clouds.
A hammock made of clouds.
Oh, hamak made of clouds
My little one
Yes, a hamak made of clouds
To climb the sky
A hamak made of clouds
hamak made of clouds
My little one
Oh, baby, my little one,
How romantic it can be -
Climb to the sky,
Climb the stairs of the stars that sparkle with blue light.
And build a hammock from the clouds between the southern and northern parts of the crescent.
And I love you again and again, and again, and again.
I bow my head like a melting snowflake under the scorching sun.
Because I'm a ghost, I'm really dead, now.
I'm dead, like a corpse in a cold-cold grave.
How romantic it can be - to rise into the sky in a hammock made of clouds.
Hammock from the clouds
Oh, Hammock from the clouds
My baby
yes, Hammock from the clouds
rise to the sky
Into the Hammock from the clouds
Hammock from the clouds
My baby
How romantic it could be
To climb the sky,
walkin'on a stair of stars, that shining Blue.
And build a hamak of clouds between the south and the north of the halfmoon
And I love you again, again, again, again
I hang my head like a snowflake-man in a burning sun
Because I'm my own ghost. I'm really dead, this time.
I'm dead like the corpse in cold, cold graves
How romantic it could be
to climb the sky
in a hamak made of clouds.
A hammock made of clouds.
Oh, hamak made of clouds
My little one
Yes, a hamak made of clouds
To climb the sky
A hamak made of clouds
hamak made of clouds
My little one
Oh, baby, my little one,
How romantic it can be -
Climb to the sky,
Climb the stairs of the stars that sparkle with blue light.
And build a hammock from the clouds between the southern and northern parts of the crescent.
And I love you again and again, and again, and again.
I bow my head like a melting snowflake under the scorching sun.
Because I'm a ghost, I'm really dead, now.
I'm dead, like a corpse in a cold-cold grave.
How romantic it can be - to rise into the sky in a hammock made of clouds.
Hammock from the clouds
Oh, Hammock from the clouds
My baby
yes, Hammock from the clouds
rise to the sky
Into the Hammock from the clouds
Hammock from the clouds
My baby