par romas transfēriem

30 miljoni par romanjoli uz milānu, tas ir pat ļoti ok
potenciālā viņš ir drīzāk otrs ranokija, nekā otrs alesandro nesta
ja par šo naudu viņi tiešām paņems marko roisu, tās visas būs transfēru manipulācijas of the century, un es atzīšu valteru sabatīni ar visu viņu amerikas itāļu mafiju par ģēnijiem
kaut arī šķiet, viss būs nedaudz piezemētāk

When I was made
The good Lord rubbed my face
To give it shape
He formed a callous
Thats how my face was made

Oh sweet
Change me
Teach me to think like they do
Teach me to think
Like you

When I was made
The good Lord filled my veins
Up with silt
From the river
That's how my blood runs cold

You're sweet
Change me
Teach me to think like they do
Teach me to think
Like You

When I was made
The good Lord streched
My skin across a frame
Like canvas
That's how my sense is numb

He says I'm sweet
Change me
Change my colour
Leave me grey
There are too many moths around
When I shine

Restless in the arms of the one she loved to hold.
Pulling back as if to say I need space, let me alone.
She cannot leave him being the man he is.
When he holds her he tells her that he needs her.

Restless in the arms of the one she loved to hold.
Pulling back as if to say, I need space, let me alone.
She wakes to the sound of growing fear outside.
Inside there's silence still the urgent need to leave.

Beware my wings she'd say,

My hundred eyes and changing skin.
You cannot know me anymore.
She'd frown and fly and out she'd go.

What is it he asks. Beware my wings she wants to say.
Then she leans over and makes to tear them off.
No more flying without out you she says and laughs.
He looks at her with stones in his eyes.

Ease away the stones and let's see what's underneath.
The things that pull us apart, the fears that pull love
Apart.

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lūk, es domāju,ka šādu biznesu var attīstīt un optimizēt. dārgie cibiņi, par nelielu samaksu varu jums filmas pakačāt no torentiem. pagriezt skaļāk volume pogu. apdeitot džavu. anyone?

daskatījos Äkta Människor
par maz, gribas vēl

īpaši pietrūks veras
kad viņa pasniedza rikam bērna lelli ar vārdiem " ej un viņu aizstāvi!" gribējās piecelties kajās un aplaudēt
rožē tomēr ļoti koenisks personāžs izrādījās - iepisās visos iespējamos murgainajos pasākumos
tas viss ļoti paskaidroja tiesas frāzi "kā var sadarboties ar idiotiem"

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