Blin, kitų kūrinius ir neprašomi ištrina, o mano ir prašomi netrina. Toks gyvenimas, paksius nekaltas.

Kiss your shadow... the shadow in my eyes...

but when the angel returns back into the sky
I will follow him even I have to die
save the darkness let it never fade away
take a seat on the moon
watch the sun turns to grey

Ko gero, prisimindami karus, mes turėtume išsirengti ir, išsidažę mėlynai, repečkoti keturiomis, kriuksėdami kaip kiaulės. Tai tikrai labiau priderėtų, nei kilnios kalbos bei vėliavų ar gerai suteptų patrankų demonstravimas.

H. Minton,
K.Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle

you see no hope
there is no god
only darkness
in your soul

Here in the dark
Is no light at all
No orientation
No shadows fall

Here In the dark
I reach out for you
sensing  fear
have I lost you

Visions of pain, feelings of fault
depression comes, penetrates my heart
I can see a black horizon
it comes to me with all it's rage
(and I want to be free now)

But I don't give up

The time has come to close your eyes
time has come to realize
time has come for saddling down
time has come in sleep to drown

If you should die, die in winter
If you should die, die in winter
If you should die, if you should die,
die in winter, die in winter

The time has come to breathe no more
time has come to see god's shore
time has come to realize
time has come to pay the price

If you should die, die in winter
If you should die, die in winter
If you should die, if you should die,
die in winter, die in winter

Now I am dead and gone, my friend
Life's pain has come to end
Your star will guide my soul
To ride the winds above

There is a house in New Orleans... They call the rising sun...