From a void of presence
From a void of time
From a void of love
From a void of feelings
From a void of tears
From a void of hope
From a void left by absence
From a void left by time
From a void left by love
From a void full of feelings
From a void drowned in tears
From a void of muting hope
This song is for all you liar
and that fucking smile on your face
that sparkle in your eyes
blinding us from your demons inside
the ones that you deny
while I convince myself you lie
This song is for all you lovers
and that fucking smile on your face
that sparkle in your eyes
blinding us from your demons inside
the ones I see you want to hide
To survive, I convinced myself you lie
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