Жизнь - тренировка. Тренировка - путь к совершенству. Совершенство - смысл жизни
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.


We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

Pink Floyd

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@музыка: Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here

@настроение: эх...

Комментарии
31.10.2008 в 19:12

Меня не пускают в ад, да и в раю я стала чужой...
Мда...а мне почему-то пришла на ум такая песенка другой группы...наверное она роднее.
31.10.2008 в 21:27

Жизнь - тренировка. Тренировка - путь к совершенству. Совершенство - смысл жизни
Allisa Stendford каждому свое