Cannot cry it loud enough
I'm giving up this ghost
How can I still justify
When you deny my voice
In this nothing I am not allowed
I just follow alone
Words as weapons without a sound
Echoes dying unborn
Until my last breath
You'll never know
Until you feel the silence
When I am gone
Now is vanishing
Everything
What we might have been
Only now you praise
Call my name that you won't see again
Who can change this memory
Inside it needs to burn
Worship by the enemy
The guilty take their turns
Watching as it's disappearing
Shadows all that remain
Wishes slowly crossing over
In this parade of pain
Until my last breath
You'll never know
Until you feel the silence
When I am gone
Now is vanishing
Everything
What we might have been
Only now you praise
Call my name that you won't see again
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
2010 m. spalio 6 d. 18:08:10