Spirit rise to greet the sun
Takes my hand and beats the drum
Tries to make me understand
We're as one in a sea of sand
I'm praying for rain
To see desert flowers again
Underground the children sing
In spite of what the storm may bring
In their hearts a dormant seed
Dreams of life beyond the reeds
In our hearts and minds we see
The hope that springs eternally
Whilst underground the hidden stream
Flows into the man machine
The eagle flies up towards the sun
High above the fields of Babylon
In one claw he holds an olive branch for peace
In the other twelve arrows for his enemies, for his enemies
Sons and daughters of America
You lay down your lives
For the warlords of America
Not for your sake, not for mine
Zinau, Edzka is principo neprogramuos playlistu (atmazkes) arba labai daug is manes ims nes ten tik mano topai ir tik man. Einaras trins topus lauk delto kad skundziuos pats neprogramuoju. Edai?tu?newyearsgift?
Nenoriu Keith's bet tas grojarascio topu sudarinejimas toooks astonish reikalas... ir kodel nesuprogramuojat kad ir ten isikeltu playlistai (ateis pensija -as duosiu minimum sausio10)
Anigdotas svezus.
Susitinka daugiakalbio kiemo draugai po 40 metu.
Ei, Pietka, laikrasciai rase kad buvai CMO o dabar savo koncerne tapai CEO?
-Ei, Rimka, tu visada buvai man čmo. Jau 40 metu likai CMO uz tai tave toki ir myliu (absikabina dviese)