Times are now changing
And memory fades
I gaze at the photos
A look in the haze
You cannot imagine
How many friends I've lost
It's much too late
For calling them back
I have often told you stories
About the way
I lived the life of a drifter
Waiting for the day
When I'd take your hand
And sing you songs
Then maybe you would say
Come lay with me love me
And I would s
a be vie evreite mai naistina si vqrvate 4e ste nqkakvi gospodari i bogoizbrani a!?toq pyk na klipa...ubili isus i se gordeqt s tova!!!boje!napravo ne mi go pobira glata!e kajete mi kak da go ostavi6 takav da di6a!
myje,jeni...kakvo zna4enie ima vajnoto e avtonomiqta i svobodniqt pazar...na nelegalno oryjie,narkotici,a da ne zabravqme 4e imat v 4e4nq i specialna programa za turisti:vozqt te v karuca s ka4ulka na glavata,biqt te,pravqt ti klip4e i nakraq ti izpra6tat
edno ti kazvam!ako iska6 da spori6 konstruktivno na nqkoq istori4eska ili geopoliti4eska tema pyrvo zapo4ni da se interesuvash i da 4ete6 pove4e i togava se pravi na erodit!i stiga kopira citati ot wikipedia!taq "enciklopedia" e pylen bokluk!
a m/u drugoto ne se zanimavam s nikogo.nai-malko s nqkakva v4era6tna pikla!i samo 6te vi predupredq az vas da si merite malko prikazkite po moi adres!o6te ne se e nameril nqkakav nedorazvit sopolanko da me zapla6va,ta kamoli vie!
