когда музыка должна заглушать мысли
Однажды у меня будет своя квартира. Она поначалу ещё будет не полностью обставлена (и вообще будет очень напоминать мою light industrial квартиру на Ленина 72), но я уже начну там жить.
И вот я приду однажды осенним дождливым вечером домой, включу музыку погромче и My baby says she's trav'ling on the one after 909! I said move over honey I'm travelling on that line, I said move over once, move over twice.. Come on baby don't be cold as ice!
Или Jojo was a man who thought he was a loner But he knew it couldn't last. Jojo left his home in Tucson, Arizona For some California grass. Get back, get back! Get back to where you once belonged.
Так-то.
И вот я приду однажды осенним дождливым вечером домой, включу музыку погромче и My baby says she's trav'ling on the one after 909! I said move over honey I'm travelling on that line, I said move over once, move over twice.. Come on baby don't be cold as ice!
Или Jojo was a man who thought he was a loner But he knew it couldn't last. Jojo left his home in Tucson, Arizona For some California grass. Get back, get back! Get back to where you once belonged.
Так-то.