(bez virsraksta) @ 11:37
laidaas man pretii shoriit balodis ar zhagarinju knaabii, ligzdinju sadomaajies..
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12. Marts 2004(bez virsraksta) @ 11:37laidaas man pretii shoriit balodis ar zhagarinju knaabii, ligzdinju sadomaajies.. | | Add to Memories | Tell A Friend CommentsWhat a rare bird...
What a rare bird A rare bird What a rare bird What a rare bird it sings softly Feathers without colors What a rare bird What a rare bird... What a rare bird flies alone to the towering peak of Mount Ararat Now it finally starts to rain and it won't stop at all After the rain not all of them are there anymore for example The Pteranodon is not there anymore for example Archaeopteryx is not there anymore for example Even the Shenzhouraptor is not there anymore for example Anyway after the rain many are not there anymore I am waiting for the landing in confidence on the once towering peak the new island the only beach I am waiting for what the rare bird on its return carries in its beak: The new song! Ararat! What the rare bird after its return carries in its beak: The new song! It lies on the tongue and burns! On the tip of the tongue burning to be sung! Es esmu Pogas māte. Tiem baložiem jau liekas, ka viņi visu prot, tad nu nēsājas ar tiem žagariem, bet beigās čiks vien sanāk.
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