I left my heart in San Francisco. I know what people say about it – it`s childish, it`s impossible, some of them even ask – how could you leave something in California if you have never been outside of your own country? I used to say something in return to them, but these times are gone. Now I only look back and think – you can say whatever you want, you will not understand me anyways.
But still, how could I…? I don`t know. I only know that I truly belong to San Francisco and someday I`ll walk in it`s streets, someday I`ll breathe it`s air full of sunshine and dreams, someday I`ll stay somewhereclose up to the Golden Gate Bridge – and the desperate restless wind will play with my hair. Someday I`ll wake up in it`s sleepy sunrise and will devour it`s morning cold air like I have
Never really breathed before. no matter how far away I live from there, I still felt as if my heart was hopelessly and desperately in San Francisco. Can the soul be
That inspiresyou and gives you strength.
I am alive by my dream. Whenever I feel pain, whenever the great amount of sadness rests on my shoulders, I call out my dream. And it comes, it comes to comfort me, it brings the great amount of happiness and sunshine. It`s the inner strength of me, and I am absolutely sure – someday this dream will become my reality, someday I`ll live it out. But sometimes I can almost feel it, like it`s not in my mind only. Sometimes I walk through the streets of my own dreary city, and it seems like I can almost feel the salty scent of the ocean and the soft sand that is caressing my bare foot… and I begin to walk even more slowly not to scare my dream away… I only want it to stay a little bit longer.
Чим смішний пан журден.
Я оставила свое сердце в Сан-Франциско – I left my heart in San Francisco