Сообщения от VIM в теме Поиграем в песни?

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Vitium писал(а):Просто попытаюсь воскресить темку. Авось получится.

Хорошая идея. Поддержу.

Для разнообразия - в глубины космоса.)

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В чём смысл жизни?

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Было такое. И холодно что-то...

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Как избавляетесь от плохого настроения?

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- How many stars are there in the universe?
- So many! More than you could ever count!
- Is there music in space?
- No theres only silence.
- But silence is music!
- Yes, if you know how to listen.
- Are there other people in the universe?
- Thats a good question. What do you think?
- I dont know!
- The universe is bigger than anything, so if its just us,
It seems like an awful waste of space!

Mandragora Scream - Frozen Space

Отчего не спится? ;)

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Vitium, красава! Ну... где Тул, там и Пусцифер. /) (\

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I Am I.

Queensryche - I Am I

Beating with life you promised life,
security, happiness.
Unfortunate son cornered,
cowering in the pit of
circling panes of glass that
surround and reveal the ever present "It".

"It" is my move, my every look,
interpreting gestures,
informing others
what's undercover and
lurking beneath my mask
of this year's featured model.
Is this too much?
Close your eyes.
Care to look inside? I am I!

What may appear
might easily be explained,
but given the situation
of info saturation,
what you feel can never go away.

Steering perception? I am!
Inviting contradiction? I am!
It's my insistence
you keep your distance
from the glare behind my stare.
So this is the way
the game is played.
You can leave now...
but I think you'll stay. I am I!

Смотришь ли ты в будущее?

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А пусть так:

In the white room with black curtains near the station.
Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
Dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment.

Ill wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.

You said no strings could secure you at the station.
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows.
I walked into such a sad time at the station.
As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning.

Ill wait in the queue when the trains come back;
Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves.

At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd.
Consolation for the old wound now forgotten.
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes.
Shes just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.

Ill sleep in this place with the lonely crowd;
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.

Cream - White Room

Что делать?