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1 мая 2011 г.
Пишет ручка по бумаге...
(случайно нашел, пару лет как уже потерянную, шариковую-ручку... решил “расписать” её, проверить, пишет ещё или нет... оказалось пишет...)
Пишет ручка по бумаге,
а бумага молча терпит,
человек везде поспел,
и планетой вертит.
Но известно всем давно,
в мире нашем бренном,
всё что писано рукой,
к сожаленью тленно...
Дождь бумагу размочил,
кляксами плывут чернила,
но та мысль что текст таил,
во мне будет жива...
Пишет ручка по бумаге,
а бумага молча терпит,
человек везде поспел,
и планетой вертит.
Но известно всем давно,
в мире нашем бренном,
всё что писано рукой,
к сожаленью тленно...
Дождь бумагу размочил,
кляксами плывут чернила,
но та мысль что текст таил,
во мне будет жива...
1 апр. 2011 г.
20 мар. 2011 г.
Black Lab - This Night
Black Lab - This Night by millepede
There are things,
I have done.
There's a place,
I have gone.
There's a beast,
And I let it run.
Now it's runnin' my way.
There are things,
I regret.
That you can't forgive.
You can't forget.
There's a gift,
That you sent.
You sent it my way.
So, take this night.
Wrap it around me like a sheet.
I know I'm not forgiven,
But I need a place to sleep.
So, take this night.
Lay me down on the street.
I know I'm not forgiven,
But I hope that I'll be given
Some peace.
There's a game,
That I played.
There are rules,
I had to break.
There's mistakes,
That are made.
But I made 'em my way.
So, take this night.
Wrap it around me like a sheet.
I know I'm not forgiven,
But I need a place to sleep.
So, take this night.
Lay me down on the street.
I know I'm not forgiven,
But I hope that I'll be given
Some peace.
Some peace.
Some peace.
There are things,
I have done.
There's a place,
I have gone.
There's a beast,
And I let it run.
Now it's runnin' my way.
There are things,
I regret.
That you can't forgive.
You can't forget.
There's a gift,
That you sent.
You sent it my way.
So, take this night.
Wrap it around me like a sheet.
I know I'm not forgiven,
But I need a place to sleep.
So, take this night.
Lay me down on the street.
I know I'm not forgiven,
But I hope that I'll be given
Some peace.
There's a game,
That I played.
There are rules,
I had to break.
There's mistakes,
That are made.
But I made 'em my way.
So, take this night.
Wrap it around me like a sheet.
I know I'm not forgiven,
But I need a place to sleep.
So, take this night.
Lay me down on the street.
I know I'm not forgiven,
But I hope that I'll be given
Some peace.
Some peace.
Some peace.
26 февр. 2011 г.
4 февр. 2011 г.
Specifically for Gyzma ...
Archive - The Empty Bottle - 2009
The colours run away as the sun fades the day
I find it so hard to find the right words to say
I know that when I have to leave and close it all down
I'm losing everything that you have made me
Let it all just fade away like leave from green to grey
Defeat the impossible finish this war with enemies
And how I love your smile in my aching heart
But why does everything I touch become so sharp
Let the sea roll over me and wash me away
Let me slide deep beneath this crushing blue
The light in the night and the stars on your face
You are everything that surrounds me in this place
I am the hollowness the empty bottle at the end
I am the falling part playing at pretend
I want that feeling back deep inside my heart
Lay down these feelings push them all aside
Crawl out into the light my love I cannot hide
Searching for togetherness on the other side
A thousand bullet holes this love cannot die
For I am the hollowness the empty bottles at the end
I am the falling part playing at pretend
I want that feeling back deep inside my heart...
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