Staring at the carnage, praying that the sun would never rise.
Living another day in disguise.
These feelings can't be right,
lend me your courage to stand up and fight on tonight.
Ooooo....
Stand up and fight.
The fighting rages on and on, to challenge me you must be strong.
I walk your land but don't belong, two million soldiers can't be wrong.
It's no fun but I've been here before
I'm far from home and I'm fighting your war.
(Not the way I pictured this, I wanted better things)
Some are scared others killing for fun, I shot a mother right in front of
her son.
(Take this from my consciousness, and please erase my dreams)
Fight for honor, fight for your life.
Pray to God that our side is right.
Even though we won, I still may lose
Until I make it home to you
I see our mothers filled with tears,
grew up so fast where did those years go?
Memories won't let you cry
unless I don't return tonight.
So many soldiers on the other side, I take their lives so they can't take
mine.
(Scared to make it out alive now murder's all I know.)
Nobody tells me all the reasons we're here. I have my weapons so there's
nothing to fear.
(Another day, another life, but nothing real to show for)
Fight for honor, fight for your life.
Pray to God that our side is right.
Even though we won, I still may lose
Until I make it home to you
I see our mothers filled with tears,
grew up so fast where did those years go?
Memories won't let you cry
unless I don't return tonight.
Staring at the carnage, praying that the sun would never rise.
Living another day in disguise.
These feelings can't be right, lend me your courage to stand up and fight.
Watching the death toll rise wondering how I'm alive.
Stranger's blood on my hands, I've shot all I can
There are no silent nights, watching your brothers all die
To destroy all their plans with no thought of me
No thought of me, no thought of me
Ohhhhh.....
Walk the city lonely
Memories that haunt are passing by
A murderer walks your streets tonight
Forgive me for my crimes; don't forget that I was so young
Fought so scared in the name of God and country
Nematau nieko blogo Trumpo rankos paspaudimui. Tiesiog mandagumo gestas ir tiek, nebūtina ekspresyviai išreikšti, ką tu manai apie tą žmogų, kuriam ranką spaudi.
Tiesiog aš jau pratęsimo metu prieš įvartį pradėjau spekuliuot, kas būtų, jei Argentina atsilaikytų 10 vs. 11 ir laimėtų baudiniuose su nuliais xG statistikoje. Jaučiu ispanų komandai nebūtų leidę grįžti namo į Ispaniją
Tas "unstoppable force laimėjo prieš (almost) immovable object" labai neblogas analogas šitai situacijai apibūdinti. Asmeniškai, gražesnis futbolas kai abi komandos žaidžia apylygiai. Argentinos ir stats, ir vaizdas aikštėj nebuvo geras antroj pusėj.
Nu ne kalėjimo taisyklėm, tiesiog grubiau. Ir buvo už tai nubausti. Šiaip šitas čempionatas man pasirodė kaip labai kupinas švaraus futbolo, argentiniečiai man labiau priminė archajiškesnį ir grubesnį stilių.
2009 m. balandžio 13 d. 14:52:04