Nieko gero iš tų kryžiaus žygių, ypač, kai netikrais dievais tiki..
Sarah, settle down
Put your helmet on
Walk these streets of gold
With cigarettes you hand rolled
I don't know you
And I don't owe you a damn
But I smile so hard it hurts
Just when things get worse
You said you've woken from a dream
Abandoned by your mother
Could this be?
Satan, settle done
Keep your trousers on
You can warm the globe
But leave my wretched soul alone
I don't know you
And I don't owe you a thing
But the children lose their minds
In such uncertain times
And I'm woken from a dream
Surrounded by my lovers
Oh, woe is me!
And a hundred thousand times a day
The yellow lights turn red
And a hundred thousand miles away
I'm turning myself in
Oh, Christ, I am!
Sarah, settle down
Put your helmet on
Walk these streets of gold
With cigarettes you hand rolled
I don't know you
And I don't owe you a thing
But the children lose their minds
In search of certain times
____________________
Legally, it\'s questionable. Morally, disgusting. Personally, I like it.
Aš tada prisiduodu, kad artimiausias kelias savaites mane mažai matysite music'e, daug realaus gyvenimo problemų iškilo. Nors nuo manęs nieks šitam portale nepriklauso, tai tiesiog matysit mažiau burbėjimo Bet pažadu sugrįžt
O visas reikalas tame, kad sistemai nepatiko dienoraščio pavadinimas, nes jame buvo žodis grupė ir po jo toliau skaičius, tai sistema suprato, kad čia grupė su tokiu id, o ne dienoraštis ir negalėjo atidaryti
Sorry, sirgau su 39, nelabai norėjosi kažką čia aiškintis.. kol dar supratau kame problema ir apie ką išvis kalba eina per visus neaiškius kaltinimus ir užuominas..
Jei dar kažkas turit kažkokių pageidavimų dėl įtraukimo į LT TOP 30 ar music.lt TOP 40, raštelkit. Tik svarbu, kad daina būtų nesena ir bent truputį žinoma (o ne turinti 36 peržiūras)
2011 m. rugpjūčio 20 d. 21:26:20
Sarah, settle down
Put your helmet on
Walk these streets of gold
With cigarettes you hand rolled
I don't know you
And I don't owe you a damn
But I smile so hard it hurts
Just when things get worse
You said you've woken from a dream
Abandoned by your mother
Could this be?
Satan, settle done
Keep your trousers on
You can warm the globe
But leave my wretched soul alone
I don't know you
And I don't owe you a thing
But the children lose their minds
In such uncertain times
And I'm woken from a dream
Surrounded by my lovers
Oh, woe is me!
And a hundred thousand times a day
The yellow lights turn red
And a hundred thousand miles away
I'm turning myself in
Oh, Christ, I am!
Sarah, settle down
Put your helmet on
Walk these streets of gold
With cigarettes you hand rolled
I don't know you
And I don't owe you a thing
But the children lose their minds
In search of certain times
____________________
Legally, it\'s questionable. Morally, disgusting. Personally, I like it.