Our first stop is in Bogota To check Colombian fields The natives smile and pass along A sample of their yield Sweet Jamaican pipe dreams Golden Acapulco
To seek the sacred river Alph To walk the caves of ice To break my fast on honey dew And drink the milk of paradise I have heard the whispered tales
Превод: Журити. Пролаз у Бангкок 2112 Екит бини лево.
: Begin the day with a friendly voice, A companion unobtrusive Plays the song that's so elusive And the magic music makes your morning mood. Off
: My uncle has a country place That no one knows about. He says it used to be a farm, Before the Motor Law. And on Sundays I elude the Eyes, And
: Our first stop is in Bogota To check Colombian fields The natives smile and pass along A sample of their yield Sweet Jamaican pipe dreams Golden
: Ten score years ago, defeat the kingly foe A wondrous dream came into being Tame the trackless waste, no virgin land left chaste All shining eyes
: And the men who hold high places Must be the ones to start To mould a new reality Closer to the Heart The Blacksmith and the Artist Reflect it
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: "To seek the sacred river Alph To walk the caves of ice To break my fast on honey dew And drink the milk of Paradise..." I had heard the whispered
: There are those who think that life has nothing left to chance, A host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance. A planet of playthings, We
the witness, catch the wit, Catch the spirit, catch the spit. The world is, the world is, Love and life are deep, Maybe as his eyes are wide. Exit
: (Instrumental) I. Buenas Noches, Mein Froinds! II. To sleep, perchance to dream... III. Strangiato Theme IV. A Lerxst in Wonderland V. Monsters
: There is unrest in the forest, There is trouble with the trees, For the maples want more sunlight And the oaks ignore their pleas. The trouble
: The clouds prepare for battle In the dark and brooding silence. Bruised and sullen stormclouds Have the light of day obscured. Looming low and
Ten score years ago, defeat the kingly foe A wondrous dream came into being Tame the trackless waste, no virgin land left chaste All shining eyes,
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