>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.