There are lines of hills around us
I’m back in my father’s land
Billowing clouds and the lazy old wind blows
Bringing the turning and all of the change
Seven times sun, seven times rain
It’s been too long since I walked with you
Through the woods and the city streets
When I feel you running through my veins
I have no fear of what is to come
Seven times rain, seven times sun
We are what the gods have made us
We can go consenting through the world
We can watch our children growing away
Into the people that they’ll become
Seven times rain, seven times sun
I have a friend on the other side
We smile across the wire
But we never could decide on
Who was to be Abel and who was Cain
Seven times sun, seven times rain
And I’m OK up here flying
I just don’t know where to land
It took me nearly a lifetime to understand
The world has no anchor and no chains
Just seven times sun, seven times rain
Matytumet, Silentistas online. Viskas regis tvarkoj. Tik metus ne zodzio puslapyj nesurezga, children of bodom ir bury tomorrow 10-ais vertina kasdien.
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Balti, juodi laukeliai. Karalius, bokštas, pėstininkas...
Čia šachmatų žaidėjai Mintis į priekį gena tinka.
Čia galvą naudot privaloma, Strategija – apgalvota.
O futbolo aikštėje, žiūrėk. Kova verda beprotiška!
Kamu
Bet jeigu is 48 saliu kur LT reitingu lentelej yra140ieji pasaulyje, ateityje turesim gera komanda, to pasekoje - ir stadijona, as nebetylesiu kaip sirgalis. Reksiu, spardysiu kamuoli, losiu totalizatoriu ir nesirgsiu uz kokia yiponcu komanda kaip snd
Ka reik daryti kad nemiegotu ant zemes kamuoliai? Reik juos spardyt metyt ar kitaip gniauzyt, nes apkerpejes daiktas sukiuza, sudziuna, nebestangrus - ypac vasara! Kick de bol ;7]