now I'm thinking again
at your poison in vein
at the days passing by
now I'm lost in the night
I can see you in the dim light
and this house is so quiet
I can hear you walking outside
I still see you falling asleep
you left winning your fight
I remember the light
when we walked in the night
and the cold on the street
all the food you won't eat
and the silence you broke
with the sound of your steps
all the dreams that we made
all the times that we played
then that morning arrived
I was ready to go
but you failed to start
I just knew what I saw
I was feeling my legs
disappearing like yours
sliding down on the floor
trying to reach for the door
you were lying on the floor
can't standup anymore..
now I'm walking alone
and the nights are so long
but we'll meet in the skies
and I'll look in your eyes
I still cry in my bed
wish you here with your smell
it's the lightdark
it's the lightdark
..lightdark..
..lightdark..
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