Адажіо" Т.Альбіноні чим відрізняються аранжування твору?

I don't wanna die or fade away

I just wanna be someone

I just wanna be someone

Dive and disappear without a trace

I just wanna be someone

Well, doesn't everyone?

And if you feel the great dividing

I wanna be the one you're guiding

'Cause I believe that you could lead the way

I just wanna be somebody to someone, oh

I wanna be somebody to someone, oh

I never had nobody and no road home

I wanna be somebody to someone

And if the sun's upset and the sky goes cold

Then if the clouds get heavy and start to fall

I really need somebody to call my own

I wanna be somebody to someone

Someone to you

Someone to you

Someone to you

Someone to you

I don't even need to change the world

I'll make the moon shine just for your view

I'll make the starlight circle the room

And if you feel like night is falling

I wanna be the one you're calling

'Cause I believe that you could lead the way

I just wanna be somebody to someone, oh

I wanna be somebody to someone, oh

I never had nobody and no road home

I wanna be somebody to someone

And if the sun's upset and the sky goes cold

Then if the clouds get heavy and start to fall

I really need somebody to call my own

I wanna be somebody to someone

Someone to you

Someone to you

Someone to you

Someone to you

The kingdom come, the rise, the fall

The setting sun above it all

I just wanna be somebody to you

I just wanna be somebody to someone, oh

I wanna be somebody to someone, oh

I never had nobody and no road home

I wanna be somebody to someone

And if the sun's upset and the sky goes cold

Then if the clouds get heavy and start to fall

I really need somebody to call my own

I wanna be somebody to someone

Someone to you

Someone to you

Someone to you

Someone to you

Someone to you

Люблю грозу в начале мая,

Когда весенний, первый гром,

Как бы резвяся и играя,

Грохочет в небе голубом.

Гремят раскаты молодые!

Вот дождик брызнул, пыль летит...

Повисли перлы дождевые,

И солнце нити золотит...

С горы бежит поток проворный,

В лесу не молкнет птичий гам,

И гам лесной, и шум нагорный —

Все вторит весело громам...

Есть в осени первоначальной

Короткая, но дивная пора —

Весь день стоит как бы хрустальный,

И лучезарны вечера...

Где бодрый серп гулял и падал колос,

Теперь уж пусто все — простор везде, —

Лишь паутины тонкий волос

Блестит на праздной борозде.

Пустеет воздух, птиц не слышно боле,

Но далеко еще до первых зимних бурь —

И льется чистая и теплая лазурь

На отдыхающее поле...