the shattered soul
μόνο μουσική, καθόλου μυαλό για λόγια εδώ και μέρες. απόψε, μετά την ταινία, αυτή η μελωδία γύρισε στο μυαλό μου
The times we had
Oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow
Were not all bad
We put our feet just where they had, had to go
Never to go
The shattered soul
Following close but nearly twice as slow
In my good times
There were always golden rocks to throw
at those who admit defeat too late
Those were our times, those were our times
The times we had
Oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow
Were not all bad
We put our feet just where they had, had to go
Never to go
The shattered soul
Following close but nearly twice as slow
In my good times
There were always golden rocks to throw
at those who admit defeat too late
Those were our times, those were our times
Labels: music
posted by Xilaren at 01:24
5 Comments:
What would we ever do without music eh.
Beirut stands out from the crowd.You know, his melodies, it's that kind of songs that make you feel that everything will be allright in the end.
I remember the first time I stumbled upon Mount Wroclai I listented to it about 10 times that day.
Αφού έχεις τη μουσική, αγάπη μου, τί να τα κάνεις τα λόγια. Άκου εκεί, άκου, κι αν σου ρθει κιόλας μιλάς για να τα πεις μαζεμένα. Έτσι δεν συμβαίνει συνήθως; Φιλιά!
it's that kind of songs that make you feel that everything will be allright in the end.
αυτό!
φιλιά και καλημέρες, κύριοι...
I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere:)
Grafw, grafw, sbinw, ksanagrafw, pou tha mou paei , tha to teleiwsw to rhmadi! eseis ti kanete? how was patrida? emeis feygoume tin alli paraskeyi, gia 2 weeks.
psyxraimia, ola 8a pane kala as they always do.
nai, 8ymamai petame tin idia mera kai wra alla alles aer.etaireies! an den ta poume nwritera, c u at the terminal (xwris plaka)
esteila to kestionair se mia poly stressed psyxi... gia na doume!
:-)
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