dienasgramata:

beidza skanēt viens maigs indietis, kura dziedāto es nesapratu, sāka bobs dilans un iedzina mani kompleksos:


How many times can a man look up
Before he can see the sky ?
How many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry ?
How many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died ?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.


(zinu, ka nekad nepratīšu tā uzrakstīt, viss, es beidzu un eju staigāt gar jūru...)