Philip Kirkorov "Strings" Slowly, slowly melting moments Disappears time for me In every breath, every movement Magic Defiant and elusive It pours music quiet, quiet Spillovers unique She plays for you On weary soul strings A quiet melody of love trembles On weary soul strings Inspection of gentle breathing On weary soul strings Silversmithing chords heart tells fortunes On weary soul strings Can not you hear? Intersect, intertwine The lines on the verge of two worlds Touch, are exempt From shackles I love her do not want to frighten Do not rush me, just with me either Soft as silk, my music She plays for you On weary soul strings A quiet melody of love trembles On weary soul strings Inspection of gentle breathing On weary soul strings Silversmithing chords heart tells fortunes On weary soul strings Can not you hear? On weary soul strings A quiet melody of love trembles On weary soul strings Inspection of gentle breathing On weary soul strings Silversmithing chords heart tells fortunes On weary soul strings Can not you hear?