>Tineti minte treaba cu “boring, boring” care numa’ boring nu era?
Iacata o noua melodie in care sunt impotmolita cu tot cu cizme, tricou cu Alba-ca-zapada and the rest.
Laura Marling – Night Terror.
Ceva mai elaborata, te prinde mai greu in mreje. Dar zic sa-i dati o sansa.:D
I woke up and he was screaming.
I’d left him dreaming.
I roll over and shake him tightly, and whisper “If they want you, then they’re gonna have to fight me,”
(Oh, fight me)
I woke up on a bench on Shepursburgh Scree
With a candle at my chest, and a hand on his knee.
I woke up it was dark there was no-one in this park at this time, oh why do I keep finding myself here?
Oh, fight me.
If I look back and he is screaming,
I’d left him dreaming, the dangers fade,
And I rolled back and shake him tightly,
And scream “if they want him, then they’re gonna have to fight me!” (Oh, fight me).
But if I wake up on a bench on Shepursburgh Scree
Oh, a candle at my chest, and a hand on his knee.
I’ll roll over and hold him tightly, and scream “If you want him, well you’re gonna have to fight me!” (Oh, fight me).
Don’t; fight me.