This is my moment,
This is my perfect moment with you.
This is what God meant,
This is my perfect moment with you.
I wish I could freeze
This space in time
The way I feel
For you inside
This is my moment,
This is my perfect moment with you.
Tell me you love me
When you leave
You’re more than a shadow –
That’s what I believe.
You take me to places
I never dreamed I’d see.
Minute by minute
You are the world to me.
I wish I could frame
The look in your eyes
The way that I feel
For you inside
This is my moment,
This is my perfect moment with you.
And if tomorrow brings a lonely day
Here and now I know I haven’t lived in vain.
I’ll cry my tears in the rain,
And if love never comes again
I can always say I’ve been
To paradise skies in your eyes... in your eyes.
So tell me you love me
The moment you leave.
You’re more than a shadow
I just got to believe.
I wish I could keep you
All of my life
The way that I feel
For you inside
This is my moment,
This is my perfect moment with you.
This is my moment,
This is my perfect moment with you.
With you.
Jest taki ogien, co nie spala domów, ksiazek, flag,
A ludzie niosa go przed soba I wierza w jego sile.
Kiedy plonie nad stadionem I w milionach serc,
Cichna spory, a nienawisc w milosc zmienia sie
Ten ogien plone dla mistrzów, co wzniesli sie do gwiazd.
I dla przegranych, którzy slabosc swa zlamali jszcze raz.
To Atlanta, Atlanta, Gdy spiewaja stadiony - milkna wojny.
To Atlanta, Atlanta, Niech duch Jej zawsze trwa.
W ludziach trwa.
Byl w Atlancie inny ogien straszny, grozny, zly,
Jak sciana wznosil sie przed Scarlett,
Nim ... przeminaa z wiatrem.
Dzis czerwona ziemia Tary Rodzi dobre sny,
A nad glowami ludzi plonie Olypijski znicz.
Ten ogien plonie Dla mistrzów, co wznisli sie do gwiazd.
I dla przegranych, którzy slabosc swa Zlamali jszcze raz.
To Atlanta, Atlanta, Gdy spiewaja stadiony - milkna wojny.
To Atlanta, Atlanta ... Niech duch Jej zawsze trwa.
W ludziach trwa.
To Atlanta, Atlanta ...
I chwala tym, co gonia wiatr, I chwala tym, co lapia dal,
Co walcza tak jak lwy, na smierc By za meta objac sie!
To Atlanta, Atlanta, Gdy spiewaja stadiony - milkna wojny.
To Atlanta, Atlanta ... Niech duch Jej zawsze trwa.
W ludziach trwa ...
To Atlanta, Atlanta ...