Jalgpall on parem kui...
Kõik räägivad jalgpallist? Omamoodi vägev. Aias raamatut lugedeski jõuavad kõrvu tänaval kõnelevate meeste arutlused lisaajast, kohtunikust, penaltiseeriast jne. Oi ja varsti hakkab esimene tänane mäng - Brasiilia vs Ghana ning hiljem eriti põnevana tunduv Hispaania vs Prantsusmaa. It's taking over me.
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Midagi ilusat akustilise kitarri vaikse saatega.
Flies with a broken wing, she's ever so graceful, so like an angel,
but I see, tears flow quietly.
The struggle she's seen this spring, when nothing comes dancing,
paying a handsome fee, and still she smiles at me.
And I can't take it, no I can't help but wonder...
Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
How do you break a heart of gold?
Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls?
Heroes of tales unsung, untold.
Sweet as an angel sings, she gives though she has none left but the
last one, free, unhesitatingly.
And I am humbled, I'm a broken mirror, and I can't help but wonder...
Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
How do you break a heart of gold?
Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls?
Heroes of tales unsung, untold.
Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
Why when they walk with love alone?
Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls?
Just trying to find their way home.
Kõik räägivad jalgpallist? Omamoodi vägev. Aias raamatut lugedeski jõuavad kõrvu tänaval kõnelevate meeste arutlused lisaajast, kohtunikust, penaltiseeriast jne. Oi ja varsti hakkab esimene tänane mäng - Brasiilia vs Ghana ning hiljem eriti põnevana tunduv Hispaania vs Prantsusmaa. It's taking over me.
_____
Midagi ilusat akustilise kitarri vaikse saatega.
Flies with a broken wing, she's ever so graceful, so like an angel,
but I see, tears flow quietly.
The struggle she's seen this spring, when nothing comes dancing,
paying a handsome fee, and still she smiles at me.
And I can't take it, no I can't help but wonder...
Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
How do you break a heart of gold?
Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls?
Heroes of tales unsung, untold.
Sweet as an angel sings, she gives though she has none left but the
last one, free, unhesitatingly.
And I am humbled, I'm a broken mirror, and I can't help but wonder...
Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
How do you break a heart of gold?
Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls?
Heroes of tales unsung, untold.
Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
Why when they walk with love alone?
Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls?
Just trying to find their way home.
2 comments:
Ma kuulasin täna terve tee Pärnust Tartusse ja tagasi jalgapallijuttu. Autos olid Nauts Stimmu ja Aire... Noh, okei, vahepeal oli muud juttu ka, aga siiski...
Ma ei vaata isegi finaali, kuna ma kavatsen Ursula konsal olla sel ajal, hahaa.
Dmn, nautige loodust hoopis väljas...
aga ma nautisingi loodust väljas ka. lugesin õues raamatut. hihi.
ja ma ka ei vaata finaali. minust mitte olenevatel põhjustel. keegi peab raporteerima mulle võitjast...hmm
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