I still remember my carelessness
How Ive taken you by the hand with me
Into the ocean of playfulness
How could I believe all you've said to me
I still remember the love of you
Now I'm left alone with my memories
Why was my love not enough for you
How could you let go of your happiness
Thank you for the summer
Thank you for the magic in your eyes
Thank you for the summer
Thank you for the stars across the skies
I still remember my carelessness
There was no such word as my loneliness
Given you all of my tenderness
How could you let go of your happiness
Thank you for the summer
Thank you for the magic in your eyes
Thank you for the summer
Thank you for the stars across the skies
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