from door to door
regret the past
the ones we closed
the wait at last
the walls of hate
the time dilates..
this night will pass?
the skyes will turn?
the sun will set?
..the morning comes
don't stop fighting me
don't stop feeling me
don't stop hurting me
don't stop reminding me..
..you said 'I am..'
shells full of love
and your darkest thoughts
enlightened and still
through the swirling clouds
melting slowly
in your sweetest laughs
wondering how
you reached me here
..you knock at my door
your wishes unclear
don't stop fighting me
don't stop feeling me
don't stop haunting me
don't stop reminding me..
..you said 'I am..'
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