11:19 pmtāpēc, ka sestdienas vakars, un tāpēc, ka liekas - kaut kas ir jādara citādāk. un tāpēc, ka man tik ļoti, ļoti, ļoti patīk Shearwater. Through the worst of the winter Through the valley of light Passing through like an arrow With your vision collapsed And a stone from the river Like a golden medallion Clutching tight in your fingers But on the slope, at the edge Will you recover your life You could stand on the back of a shuddering beam, With a pistol, firing shots into the air You could run in the blood of the sun's hard rays, You could drive the mountains down into the bay Or go back to the east, (Where it's all so civilized) Where I was born to the life But I am leaving the life I am leaving the life I am leaving the life I am leaving the life I am leaving the life I am leaving |