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oregano...
bazylia...
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fredag 11 juni 2010
torsdag 10 juni 2010
onsdag 9 juni 2010
söndag 6 juni 2010
Wakacje
Planujemy i planujemy
Na razie wstępnie trasa którą zamierzamy przebyć wygląda tak:
Jest to druga wersja, z której wszyscy są zadowoleni :) W kocu po burzliwych obradach doszliśmy do porozumienia :) Ta pierwsza była jednak nie przemyślana do końca.
Po dwóch godzinach wersja ponownie została zmieniona
...
Na razie wstępnie trasa którą zamierzamy przebyć wygląda tak:
Jest to druga wersja, z której wszyscy są zadowoleni :) W kocu po burzliwych obradach doszliśmy do porozumienia :) Ta pierwsza była jednak nie przemyślana do końca.
Po dwóch godzinach wersja ponownie została zmieniona
...
lördag 5 juni 2010
The Gathering, Travel
The Gathering
Travel
Melodic stanzas
are symphonizing their way
through your weary head
To feed your distrust
And fill it's mouth with the desire
to soulfully be one with your creation
Not a subject to control
you call upon a higer power
for help and inspiration
The crowd waits
and turns their faces
towards you expectantly
you give them what they need
But their useless criticism
makes you die
a bit more inside
Not a subject to control
you call upon a higer power
for help and inspiration
Oh, I swoon
while loudspeakers play soft music
Leaning
over your fourtieth masterpiece
You must have loved
the colour of these violins
I wish I knew you
Your fit of insanity makes me sad
I wish you knew
your music was to stay forever
And I hope...
I have no clue
if you know how much it matters
And I hope...
Travel
Melodic stanzas
are symphonizing their way
through your weary head
To feed your distrust
And fill it's mouth with the desire
to soulfully be one with your creation
Not a subject to control
you call upon a higer power
for help and inspiration
The crowd waits
and turns their faces
towards you expectantly
you give them what they need
But their useless criticism
makes you die
a bit more inside
Not a subject to control
you call upon a higer power
for help and inspiration
Oh, I swoon
while loudspeakers play soft music
Leaning
over your fourtieth masterpiece
You must have loved
the colour of these violins
I wish I knew you
Your fit of insanity makes me sad
I wish you knew
your music was to stay forever
And I hope...
I have no clue
if you know how much it matters
And I hope...
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