somewhere over the rainbow..

where are people?

neko nez. dziesma pa rādž gāj..

dziesmas šodien uzrunā

doesn't exist

underneath the fear of death
being born through baby's breath
nailed to cross with nails of lies
flowing from the happy eyes
resting peacefully in silence
traded secretly for violence
love of people - neverending
only multiplied by spending...

what love?

all you need is love!

čau mazais ;)
nē, nē - nesekosim alvilam un nedziedāsim par mīlestību!