How do you feel now?
Young and lonely in a strange land
Like heroes in fables and stories
The winds of March will bring winter's end
She’s always smiling
When you see her day to day
But she's been crying
While you looked the other way
She's often hiding
To save you from the pain
That she’s been fighting
In the most mysterious way
She keeps the faith
The same humble religious way
And lights a candle
To a different god she prays
She closes her eyes
And let her soul drift away
Her heart is moved by
The same music we praise
How do you feel now?
Young and lonely in a strange land
Like heroes in fables and stories
The winds of March will bring winter's end
How do you feel now?
How do you feel now?
Like heroes in fables and stories
Only you can bring winter's end
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