Susijusi muzika: pasirinkti
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Would they listen to this crazy man
Would they help him to his end
He was a tall man, pale skin and broken back
And no-one knew him, though he was genius
They feared him, locked him away
And in silence would he pray
He lived alone, though many voices spoke
He found peace, in his own little world
So they beat him, to his end
He lays forgotten
Dead skin and broken neck
And no-one knew him
Though he was genius
Who was he, that crazy man
Just a loser, to the end
Komentarai (1)
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22:07 -
Silentist
Užsislapstinęs raganius perka turguje samanę.
Pasisakęs vaikas mamai, issirinko du bananus.
Danas, vengras ir ispanas ieško iesko sau po paną.
Pasisakęs vaikas mamai, issirinko du bananus.
Danas, vengras ir ispanas ieško iesko sau po paną.
22:06 -
Silentist
Priešrinkiminiai sloganai. Po rinkimų - balaganas.
Susitikus su garbane, matos megztas sarafanas.
Išmedžiojome fazanus, dabar trypiam tarakanus,
Ūžia, šniokščia tas fontanas, kur bebraido narkomanas.
Uždarytas čemodanas, atdarytas visas namas.
Užsis
Susitikus su garbane, matos megztas sarafanas.
Išmedžiojome fazanus, dabar trypiam tarakanus,
Ūžia, šniokščia tas fontanas, kur bebraido narkomanas.
Uždarytas čemodanas, atdarytas visas namas.
Užsis
22:03 -
Silentist
Labanas, - sako kabanas, -
mano tuščias barabanas.
Žalgirio geriausias fanas, bet nevykęs chuliganas.
Sunkiai veikia mano kranas, laša kartais, kartais - tvanas.
Uzia senas uraganas toks kaip vėjas Kazachstane.
mano tuščias barabanas.
Žalgirio geriausias fanas, bet nevykęs chuliganas.
Sunkiai veikia mano kranas, laša kartais, kartais - tvanas.
Uzia senas uraganas toks kaip vėjas Kazachstane.
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2008 m. vasario 25 d. 15:55:31
Would they listen to this crazy man
Would they help him to his end
He was a tall man, pale skin and broken back
And no-one knew him, though he was genius
They feared him, locked him away
And in silence would he pray
He lived alone, though many voices spoke
He found peace, in his own little world
So they beat him, to his end
He lays forgotten
Dead skin and broken neck
And no-one knew him
Though he was genius
Who was he, that crazy man
Just a loser, to the end
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