И вообще - странное сочетание... Наверное, так и должно быть у разносторонней личности вроде тебя.
Ну, в одном мы точно сошлись - в №9. Моя "экзаменационная" песня. Почти гимн. Я своим друзьям всегда говорил, что когда я умру, мне не нужен на кладбище поп с кадилом. Привезите хорошие колонки и поставте "Until it Sleeps" (S&M), пусть сыграет раза три, а потом - все на праздник. И если я умру нищим, то скиньтесь уж на приличное поило, уважте старика. ;)
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Where do I take this pain of mine
I run, but it stays right my side
So tear me open, pour me out
There's things inside that scream and shout
And the pain still hates me
So hold me, until it sleeps
Just like the curse, just like the stray
You feed it once, and now it stays
So tear me open, but beware
There's things inside without a care
And the dirt still stains me
So wash me, until I'm clean
It grips you, so hold me
It stains you, so hold me
It hates you, so hold me
It holds you, so hold me
Until it sleeps
So tell me why you've choosen me
Don't want your grip, don't want your greed
I'll tear me open, make you gone
No more can you hurt anyone
And the fear still shakes me
So hold me, until it sleeps
It grips you, so hold me
It stains you, so hold me
It hates you, so hold me
It holds you, so hold me
Until it sleeps
It grips you, so hold me
It stains you, so hold me
It hates you, so hold me
It holds you, so hold me
Until it sleeps
I don't want it
So tear me open, but beware
The things inside without a care
And the dirt still stains me
So wash me, 'till I'm clean…
I'll tear me open, make you gone
No longer will you hurt anyone
And the fear still shapes me
So hold me, until it sleeps…
Until it sleeps…
