Years have come and gone, but thoughts are lingering
You're like a murmur trapped inside
And it does seem like the more I'm tinkering
The harder it gets to stem the tide
Fan fan fan det skulle varit du
Fan fan fan det skulle varit du
Know that I wish I were able
To just turn back time
And if I were back at that table
I'd surely play that hand of mine
And all the bells would ring
And all the angels would sing
And we would walk as queen and king
And the drums' thunder
It would rip asunder
All the doubts and hesitating
Time drives flocks from field to fold
Makes rivers rage and passions grow old
Makes hope a fool and sorrow wise
One never gets that chance twice
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