reboryuushon
настоящее бесценно

мой организм уже с месяц наверное воспринимает исключительно нежную,спокойную музыку, шепчущие в воздух слова..
скоро домой.
просто неожиданно,как я уже от всего этого устала и как хочу туда.к маме,друзьям,любимейшей сестренке.
туда,где другой воздух и зимой максимум -4
и знаете,там искренность,там все честно-честно. и если ненавидят-то в лицо.не скрываясь за километрами сияющим экраном монитора
а вообще надо уже переофрмлять паспорт и сваливать к чертям отсюда на пмж в америку.
джаз и много.


She calls out to the man on the street
sir, can you help me?
Its cold and Ive nowhere to sleep,
Is there somewhere you can tell me?

He walks on, doesn't look back
He pretends he can't hear her
Starts to whistle as he crosses the street
Seems embarrassed to be there

Oh think twice, cause its another day for
You and me in paradise
Oh think twice, cause its another day for you,
You and me in paradise

Just think about it

She calls out to the man on the street
He can see shes been crying
Shes got blisters on the soles of her feet
She can't walk but shes trying

Oh think twice, cause its another day for
You and me in paradise
Oh think twice, cause its another day for you,
You and me in paradise

Oh lord, is there nothing more anybody else can do
Oh lord, there must be something you can say

You can tell from the lines on her face
You can see that she's been there
Probably been moved on from every place
Cause she didn't fit in there

Oh think twice, cause its another day for
You and me in paradise
Oh think twice, cause its another day for you,
You and me in paradise

Just think about it

@музыка: phil collins-another days in paradise(и множественные каверы на него)