WE STILL BELIEVE

Da pareizi...Es aizmirsu šeit vel ierēkt...
Miniet kāds bija mans vakardienas pirmais darbs praksē.Tieši tā!Skaitīt alus kausus...Ak aronija!

Old man, i heard some things about the boy you used to be.
No father, no king, just a broken old man broken by the whiskey.
Too afraid to stay, too smart to not leave,
Too young to be a bird who forgot to sing,
And a ground that never knew the knees
Of a boy and his own tale of two cities.

"Sometimes a man breaks, sometimes he can't bend!
When his youth is a wound time won't mend.
Sometimes a man breaks, sometimes he can't bend!
At the thought of peace as something only lent.
Sometimes a man breaks, sometimes he can't bend!
When his son is another one who won't understand"