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Flowers on the wall


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Mam nadzieję, że wtedy spytam się po prostu - Jaki jesteś TOMKU.
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Primary - Pierwotny The Cure (tł. Bombadil)

Niewinność śpiących dzieci
Przystrojonych w biel
I wolno marzących
Zatrzymuje cały czas
Zwalniam swe. Jak mogłem zapomnieć Twoje imię
Nie mam już powietrza w moim gardle
Jeszcze jedno idealne życie zduszone
Lecz uczucie jest zawsze to samo

Oni zbliżają się do Ciebie
Wystrojeni na czerwono i żółto
Na zawsze niewinne
Śpiące dzieci w swych miękkich, błękitnych pokojach

Procession moves on, the shouting is over
Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone
Talking aloud as they sit round their tables
Scattering flowers washed down by the rain

Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden
Watching them pass like clouds in the sky
Try to cry out in the heat of the.

Though their inner communion
Accept like a curse an unlucky deal

Laid by the gate at the foot of the garden
My view stretches out from the fence to the wall
No words could explain, no actions determine
Just watching the trees and the leaves as they fall

I co …?

Blog moosy

secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
The Lord above
That you're not there to see me
In this shape I'm in
Spending my time
Watching the days go by
Feeling so small
I stare at the wall
Hoping that you think of me too
I'm spending my time
I try to call but I don't know what to tell you
I leave a kiss on your answering machine
Drodze 2006-12-24

From the bloody nights I know, you're the one.
You left this sexy, sensual touch in my mind,
You smell fresh blood with touch of black roses,
And you never, ever need the bright of the sun.

Never Ending Story

I obserwując kwitnące drzewko. Jest śliczne, a jego niezaprzeczalną zaletą numer jeden jest to, że wreszcie trochę mnie osłania przed wścibskimi sąsiadami.
Why the fuck, why the fuck are you looking at me?

Archive - Fuck U

07.04.2007 :: 12:23 Komentuj (0)

Nie wiem czy w.Siedzi mi się na ogródku, czyta książkę, pije kawę i pali papierosy, że nie przychodzi mi nic innego jak tylko banalne tralalala.

Countin' flowers on the wall, that don't bother me at all
Playin' solitaire 'til dawn, with a deck of fifty-one
Smokin' cigarettes and watchin' Captain Kangaroo
Now don't tell me

I open my eyes, I try to see...

My emotion's losing the color of life
Kill my heart
Release all my pain
I'm shouting out loud
Insanity takes hold over me

Turning away from the wall
Nothing I can see
The scream deep inside
reflecting another person in my heart
He calls me from within
"All existence you see before you
.How you try to hold me in your heart
Why do you wanna raise these walls
I don't know the meaning of hatred
My brain gets blown away hearing words of lies
I only want to hold your love

Stab the dolls filled with hate
Wash yourself with their blood
Drive into the raging current of time
Swing your.I been feeling endless hurt
Falling down, rain flows into my heart
In the pain I'm waiting for you
Can't go back
No place to go back to
Life is lost, Flowers fall
If it's all dreams
Now wake me up
If it's all real
Just kill me

I'm making the wall inside my heart
I don't wanna let my emotions get out
It scares me to look at the world
Don't want to find myself lost in your eyes
I tried to drown my past in grey
I never wanna feel more pain
Ran away from you without saying any.