Black is my favorite color
Makes me feel like we know each other
Blank tapes and posters on the door
Listen to my Pink Floyd cover
Take a seat like a backbeat lover
Mixed tapes and cushions on the floor
I sold my bed, but not my stereo
I sold my bed, but not my stereo
Paper bags and escalators
Pushing up those broken faders
Only way to find out who you are
In a town of ones and zeros
You are one magnetic hero
Little things will always get you far
I sold my bed, but not my stereo
I sold my bed, but not my stereo
I sold my bed, but not my stereo
I sold my threads, but not my stereo
Black is my favorite color
Makes me feel like we know each other
In a town of ones and zeros
You are one magnetic hero
I sold my bed, but not my stereo
I sold my bed, but not my stereo
I sold my bed, but not my stereo
I sold my threads, but not my stereo
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