"Our Home Is A Deathbed"
There's a gentle wind catching me.
You're calling my name and it feels something like home.
I can feel the quickened pulse of an open door, the calm of a quiet bed.
I can feel your arms pulling me in.
Cia taip kaip Uzkalniui duot pavertint koncervus & lasinius & pashteta ( aisku su uogiene) kur undermenshai valgo jei piggiai randa. Ar nenukentes Sahja morale?