🗊Презентация Песня «Photograph»

Песня «Photograph» Выполнили: ученицы 7В класса Беляева Екатерина Воротникова Яна

Исполнитель Эдвард Кристофер Ширан (Edward Christopher Sheeran; род. 17 февраля 1991) — британский автор-исполнитель. Первый коммерческий успех пришёл к нему в июне 2011 года благодаря синглу «The A Team», занявшему третье место в британском чарте. Оба его альбома, + (2011) и x (2015), занимали первые места в британском чарте, последний также возглавлял американский чарт. Песня Ширана «Thinking Out Loud» принесла ему две премии «Грэмми» в 2016 году.

«Photograph»

Loving can hurt Loving can hurt sometimes But it's the only thing that I know When it gets hard You know it can get hard sometimes It is the only thing that makes us feel alive We keep this love in a photograph We made these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closing Hearts are never broken Times forever frozen still So you can keep me Inside the pocket Of your ripped jeans Holdin' me closer 'Til our eyes meet You won't ever be alone Wait for me to come home Loving can heal Loving can mend your soul And it's the only thing that I know (know) I swear it will get easier Remember that with every piece of ya And it's the only thing we take with us when we die

We keep this love in a photograph  We made these memories for ourselves  Where our eyes are never closing  Our hearts were never broken  And time's forever frozen, still  So you can keep me  Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans  Holding me close until our eyes meet  You won't ever be alone  And if you hurt me  That's okay baby, there'll be worse things  Inside these pages you just hold me  And I won't ever let you go  Wait for me to come home [3x] You can keep me  Inside the necklace you bought when you were sixteen  Next to your heartbeat where I should be  Keep it deep within your soul 

And if you hurt me  That's okay baby, there'll be worse things  Inside these pages you just hold me  And I won't ever let you go 

When I'm away I will remember how you kissed me Under the lamppost Back on 6th street Hearing you whisper through the phone, "Wait for me to come home."