Everybody's talking at me. I don't hear a word they're saying, Only the echoes of my mind. People stopping staring, I can't see their faces, Only the shadows of their eyes.
I'm going where the sun keeps shining Thru' the pouring rain, Going where the weather suits my clothes, Backing off of the North East wind, Sailing on summer breeze And skipping over the ocean like a stone.
de ce? ca nu mai zic nimik?...pai cu caldura asta, nici cuvintele nu mai ies afara...stau la racoare...:)))), nu ca'as fii de gheata in interior dar...p'acolo :)))
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