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| Man ir piparkuuku dieeta. Tas izpauzjas taa - visas eedienreizes tiek aizstaatas ar nenormeetu piparkuuku eeshanu. | ||||||||
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| Jaunais gads mani tik ljoti biedee - visaadas sliktas priekshnojautas, citi tajaas neklausaas, bet man taada iespeeja netiek dota. | ||||
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Es atradu atbildes, bet man taas nepatika. --- Nez kaadeelj man ir nelaaga priekshnojauta, ka vinja grasaas sabojaat manu dziivi. |
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| Un man shon piedaavaaja braukt uz Ogri, protams, tas notika ejot gar stacijas pulksteni - pilniigi negaidot, bet vareeju jau piekrist, es viena un kaadi ~17 zeeni - vinji mani uz rokaam neesaatu. Buutu man pa ilgiem laikiem piedziivojums. Atziimeetu lieciibu sanjemshanu, bet kas veel buutu, ja buutu... | ||||
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| Vakar, runaajot par to, ka man vienmeer kut, kad mani masee, mana pazinja izteica domu, ka es neuzticos cilveekiem. Tam labpatikaas to saistiit ar kaadu manaa beerniibaa guutu traumu, bet tas jau man saak shkjist nedaudz smiekliigi. Bet lai nu kaa, cilveekiem es tieshaam neuzticos, nez, man, piemeeram, shkjiet, ka tikai pie sevis notureeta saape, nosleepums ,prieks, u.c. ir mana dalja tie ir droshiibaa. | ||
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Man shodien pateica, ka es sev nelaizjot zeenus klaat - taa no malas izskatoties, un fakts, ka man nav drauga to tikai apstiprinot. Prasiija iemeslu, bet ko tad es. Maajaas braucot saaku domaat par sho, nu ,teoreetiski, mani tas neuztrauc, lai gan nedaudz izpushkjots fakts, esmu aiznjemts cilveeks un man taadaam lietaam nav laika, un kaut arii ikdienaa es (nu nez vai taa tieshaam no malas izskataas) esmu veesaa leedija jeb "samaja vrednaja", man negribaas dariit cilveekiem paari un negribaas pashai sevi(kas tad buutu es, ja es neiedomaatos par sevi) gariigi saapinaat. |
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All around me are familiar faces Worn out places, worn out faces Bright and early for their daily races Going nowhere, going nowhere And their tears are filling up their glasses No expression, no expression Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow No tommorow, no tommorow And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I'm dying Are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you I find it hard to take When people run in circles It's a very, very Mad World Mad World Children waiting for the day they feel good Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday Made to feel the way that every child should Sit and listen, sit and listen Went to school and I was very nervous No one knew me, no one knew me Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson Look right through me, look right through me And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I'm dying Are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you I find it hard to take When people run in circles It's a very, very Mad World Mad World Mad World Mad World |
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Laid lai iet, laid lai iet, laid lai "pulkstenis" iet, Neturi viņu ciet, Tik un tā "pulkstenis" iet, (bet...) Tu vari aizveert pavisam pulksteni ciet. nu kas!?- vispaareeja prieks par Ziemassveetku tuvoshanos, riit koncerts, bet tas taa (es jau neceru, ka kaadam patiik klausiities gariigo muuziku), protams naaks briivlaiks, bet arii tas taa. |
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(If Loving You Is Wrong) I Don't Want To Be Right If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right If being right means being without you I'd rather live a wrong doing life Your mama and daddy say it's a shame It's a downright disgrace Long as I got you by my side I don't care what your people say Your friends tell you there's no future in loving a married man If I can't see you when I want to I'll see you when I can If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right Am I wrong to fall so deeply in love with you knowing I got a wife and two little children depending on me too And am I wrong to hunger for the gentleness of your touch knowing I got somebody else at home who needs me just as much And are you wrong to fall in love with a married man And am I wrong trying to hold on to the best thing I ever had If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right Are you wrong to give your love to a married man And am I wrong trying to hold on to the best thing I ever had If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right I don't wanna be right if it means sleeping alone at night I don't wanna be right if it means coming home at night I don't wanna, I don't wanna I don't wanna never, never, never be right Un taa es sapnjoju savus ,maza beerna, sapnjus par savu ,maza beerna, simpaatiju. |
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| Ja jau esmu tik ļoti gļēva, vai man kas cits atliek, kā vieniigi sapņot? | ||||
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Šon juutos vienkaarshi jauki, man vienalga par to, kas apkaart notiek, par visnotalj diivainiem sapnjiem, par to, ko redzu skolā. Galu galaa, es tachu esmu galvenaa, taa kuru ciena, kuru respektee. Nav jau liegts reizi pa reizei par sevi priecaaties/sevi lutinaat. Un tad jau arii nav jaabriinaas, ka cilveeks ik dienas ir laimiigs un apmierinaats. --- Shon kaut kaada svesha tante ar mani autobusaa saaka runaat. No saakuma es centos buut pieklaajiiga, bet peec tam apklusu. Vai tieshaam veci cilveeki ir tik ljoti vientuliigi? - Cik cilvēki ir vientulīgi! Kā akmeņi pa ceļmalām. Te stāvējuši jau tik ilgi. Cik cilvēki ir vientulīgi! Kā vītoli ar laiku līki Tie aug un nolūzt. Un priekš kam? Cik cilvēki ir vientulīgi. Kā akmeņi pa ceļmalām. /I.Ziedonis./ - Man nereti ir skumji skatīties uz veciem cilvēkiem autobusā, kam jāiztiek ar pensijas nenodrošināto iztikas minimumu. Tādās reizēs vienmēr sirds sažņaudzas. Bet shaada veida vientuliibas izpausmes mani skaara pirmoreiz. |
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Pilnīgs debīlisms Man ir vaardadiena - MANI sveetki, Mees seezjam pie galda un runaajam, es kaadas 6 reizes centos saakt savu sakaamaa izteikshanu, bet, to pilniibaa ignoreejot, mani visu laiku paartrauca. |
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