difficult to release a remix of their first journal entries. something did not like how it happened.
schreiben - schrieb - geschrieben - oder lieben?
Meine Gedanken
jeden Tag quäl ich mich. ich trag zwei Sachen in dem Kopf: ein Mädchen, dessen Bild mir vor den Augen entsteht, auch wenn ich dies will not. and second - my favorite group. earlier I said this I am not a whore. I stay true to her because I am so. I like it. and I am satisfied that a person she has to have experience. and I thank it. His name does not matter. Now I meet these people too rare.
second question. three years ago I met a girl. It was a physical education class. I, my friend and our Mitstudentinnen came in the room. and as I remarked. drove her sport with her group. and I understood that I am in love at first sight have. then tried to meet with her. care. finally been given the opportunity. At that time I worked at the university. and I asked what was her name. and she gave me die Antwort auf meine Frage. ich war glücklich, wie ein Kind das sein Spielzeug gefunden.
Fortsetzung folgt ... to be continued ... und mein Lachen zerreisst die Nacht.
but what about my remix of itself
Launched a story that is not glued. Here is that while I can show, it certainly not all. Is a small quote:
«match starts at the end of the day. I sat by the window and watched as the evening slowly crawled along the wall of the day, forcing a her ardent opponent sun. It certainly did not want to give up their positions, rested, and even flushed. With anger, that it lost, the sun used illegal practices, began to blind pedestrians, who in turn resented this fact and as a peasant-spat, still plod on their business, but for him it was just an attempt. Time was for the evening and the sun had to surrender. I sat and watched this scene and thought, who pushes us, because We are also sliding, as the sun, in the end. But then I realized that I turn to Gott, "brushed" with a "ashes" fall on me with his memories, as foliage, and began to gather. »
I have a habit of inserting pictures in the beginning of the story. This picture - the album cover of one group. Who knows - well.
picture just the meaning, conveys the essence of the story
Namedni scribbled poem. Do not even need to download free mp3 (joke). Here he is. By the way beginning I was a little borrowed from some pesnyushki (vielleicht!)
«London, Paris
pigeons from the rooftops
send their greetings
rare meteor rain
small
black planets
but do not try to go even
each goal its way
know that these friends
back at you Nasr * t.
that's hilarious passer
sheltered summer umbrella
wore a helmet would have been better, there is nothing in the way
before the dovish gov * om.
I stood there and laughed
to a dead post
until he
under this rain is not wet.
pigeon - the bird of peace
not shoot doves!
I would have killed all of them?
if the dove was a sparrow.
so all the world and
more such rains
here and forget about the world
perebeyte, friends, the pigeons »
well, but below I've written test translations (rhymed) my favorite band:
Meet the sun is rising:
Sonne
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 pipets end (just kidding)
Everyone is waiting for the light it will not
is fear no
sun in my eyes
it today does not go down
and the whole world to ten by leading
a
here it appears
2
here it appears
3
brightest of 4 stars
here it appears
sun shine
my hands and you will burn and blind
if there was, and will shine in his fist -
burn marks on his face
it today do not go down
and the whole world to ten by leading
a
here it appears
2
here it appears
three brightest stars of
4
here it appears
5
here it appears
6
here it appears
7
the brightest of stars
8,9
here it appears
sun shine
my hands and you will burn and blind
chest ache makes
and balance
lost in heavy nokaut you send
and the whole world believes to ten
a
here it appears
2
here it appears
3
the brightest star
4
and from the sky never drop it
5
here it appears
6
here it appears
7
the brightest of stars
8,9
here it appears
but another perepevku Kraftverksoy "Models"
she a model and good-will
it home with me
anyone it does not suit
but the camera itself, it shows
in clubs she Champagne ispivala
with all the local peasants visited
in the spotlight shines her smile
good it is and the beauty of money absorbs
she goes to the podium with new product on display
a million eyes
\u0026lt;previous to its journals
shines again see her, she knows she will cope
the way had : No good deed not seek the oats HORSES not roam.
as well as whether it?
nonsense suffered
written in English-angliyckomu and not in the U.S. (the difference in reading)
we will never die
live in gods heart
but
He will hate what we as people say
and we never go away
a-ha-ha u think u're god
but the light ist our border
on the to U
we are satans workin' day
what we do is wonder
and yours stay as the few
will u pay your payment
when the day will come
and u understand at once
victory ist gone
do u like your grave?
something isn't so
killed by the saw
never more
u can't go
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