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23. Feb 2006|10:26 |
Paliku pa nakti pie māmuķīša. Rīts iesākās ar plkst.: 07:06, jo tad es atčohņīju, ka neesmu televizoru izslēdzis. Tad nākamais rīta mirklis bij 9:04, kad mazais bratiņš no manis nobijās. Pēc tam mani aicināja dzert kafiju. Un paceļot savu galvu no spilvena sapratu, ka tik maz gulējis un labi izgulējies esmu tapēc, ka apkuri kāds zināms bij atslēdzis.
Zināju kādu mūziku gribēšu dzirdēt. Tagad skan Nat King Cole. Pirmā dziesma no dubultalbūma, ko uzliku - Mona Lisa.
Mona lisa, mona lisa, men have named you
You’re so like the lady with the mystic smile
Is it only ’cause you’re lonely they have blamed you?
For that mona lisa strangeness in your smile?
Do you smile to tempt a lover, mona lisa?
Or is this your way to hide a broken heart?
Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep
They just lie there and they die there
Are you warm, are you real, mona lisa?
Or just a cold and lonely lovely work of art?
Do you smile to tempt a lover, mona lisa?
Or is this your way to hide a broken heart?
Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep
They just lie there and they die there
Are you warm, are you real, mona lisa?
Or just a cold and lonely lovely work of art?
Mona lisa, mona lisa
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