Извинявай, Smily, но не се стърпях да пусна оригинала на старата бабешка песен...

When the deep purple falls
Over sleepy garden walls
And the stars begin to flicker in the sky
Thru the mist of a memory
You wander back to me breathing my name with a sigh.
In the still of the night once again I hold you tight.
Tho' you're gone your love lives on when moonlight beams
And as long as my heart will beat, lover, we'll always meet here in my deep purple dreams.

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