He was playing phrase after a phrase. Like telling me a story. While some of the emotions I understood - rest were new to me. And the strongest ones were those of action.

Dykumoje nėra vėjo gal jau pustrečių metų.
Turbūt du po keturiolika mėnesių buvo kupini tylos.

bet štai iš vieną kartą išgirsi save
"I can hear myself"
"I think i am abit afraid"

Then the riddle gets solved,
And you push me up to this

I sit alone
At my desk
as i used to do
on many sunday afternoons

when you came back to me
your own faith on me

i think of you on sunday afternoons
i think of you on sunday afternoons
i think of you on sunday afternoons


you sweet head
like a chance on a mount
down to mea
and your head and your arms and your bads were white
while your heart gets never looose

i think of you on sunday afternooons

Now listen gentlemen please If you're
asking me there's so many lies i'm told
that won't let love unfold

I thought that it would stay this way
Before Today

TTTTTTTuomet sakau + my head is my house unless it rains, baby, the stars shine bright tonight, and i see love and disaffection, and the clouds built up and wont pass over, and my life is just an image of a roller coaster anyway, tarsi linguočiau pasvirusia neries smilga.

išjojo lietuvis tėvynės ginti
bet
arkliui
koja
nulūžo.
(c) valgau ir liekneju

Jis skris kaip vėjas,
Ir lėks kaip upokšnio vanduo
Per upes per kalnus, girias
Ir dykumas

yea,
sypsokites daug,
nes jus esat sveiki :) ir nieko neskauda.
jeee!!
eikit i miska, ten bukit su veju.