the devil has a play ground, nothing you can see
wickedness disguised for you and me
darkness rules the day, the circus comes to town
slowly riding in, come to take us down
carnival diablos
a fire in the field, smoking out the sun
minions throw their chains on everyone
caught in by the crossfire, sky is turning red
adding up his souls as we count our dead
creeping, sneaking, he tries to deceive
fighting off the devil, got a hold on me
he won't let me leave
freaks, thieves and jesters, they all know your name
calling out for you to play their game
caught in by the crossfire, sky is bloody red
adding up his souls as we count our dead
Jei mano protevis pries 770 metu buvo koks jotvingis, jis prie Mindaugo valdymo turbut mego muzika prie lauzo ir buvo snekorius, pasakorius, fantaziorius
Ne dėl temperatūros, o dėl to, kad lyja kas 5 minutes. Negali iškelti kojos iš namų. Čia kaip toj humoristinėj situacijoj, kai iškeli koją - lyja, grįžti atgal - nustoja lyti.
O jeigu oro temperaturai faka rodyt, nu nezinau tada temperaturos idealios. Visi pagal save megsta, ziauriai dideles, ziauriai mazas megsta tik ekstremalai