e, tazi pesen mi napomnia za moreto , za moia bal...Kakvi stastlivi godini biaha togava i horata biaha po-dobri i pove4e se obi4aha ,a sega ..........Vsi4ko e otvrat i pomia ...Iskam da vyrna vremeto nazad, iskam si detstvoto ..........
Life is a moment in space.
When the dream is gone,
it's a lonelier place.
I kiss the morning goodbye,
but down inside
you know we never know why.
The road is narrow and long
when eyes meet e
