Please be happy
'Cause you know I cannot bear to see you
In this state of melancholy
Curled up in your chair
Please don't worry
'Cause the world won't break apart as easy
As the glass
You dropped and smashed
When you tried to climb the stairs
There was a time
Not long ago
You stood right by your window
And your arms were painted feather-like
So sure that you could fly
But these days, it's like a wave is breaking over you
Dragging you in with the undertow
If you lay among the graves, you will see other ghosts
I still believe this love can grow
But these days, it's like a wave is breaking over you
Dragging you in with the undertow
If you lay among the graves, you will see other ghosts
Please be happy
'Cause you know I cannot bear to see you
In this state of melancholy
Curled up in your chair
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