Silent Heart — текст песни (Sarah Brightman)

I sometimes wish my heart could speak and say

What my poor lips can never tell

Of all the beauty God has sent my way

And some that man has made as well.



I wish my heart could whisper my delight

When I behold what I love best;

A rose, a ship, a book, a bird in flight,

Orion riding in the west.





But when I look upon the best of men,

Or hear his voice far up the hill,

Such noisy thoughts sing in my bosom then

Im glad my heart is silent still.





My heart is silent still.





And all lines are repeated once more