The anchorweighing.
I’ve been too long here,
I’ve wasted tonnes of time,
This is the instante,
This is the instante!
And will two wings
Head up the clouds,
They blessedly will leave
Those arrogance, revenge and junk,
And will two wings head up the clouds.
Well, one thing clicks:
One cannot bear those lovely things,
Those lovely things,
That gentilesse,
That gentilesse, that elegance…
La-la-la-la…
And will two wings
Head up the clouds,
They blessedly will leave
Those arrogance, revenge and junk,
And will two wings head up the clouds.
I wasn’t right denouncing you,
In vain I raved cognising
Your boat quietly disguising
The anchorweighing.
I’ve been too long here,
I’ve wasted tonnes of time,
This is the instante,
This is the instante!
And will two wings
Head up the clouds,
They blessedly will leave
Those arrogance, revenge and junk,
And will two wings head up the clouds.
And will two wings
Head up the clouds,
They blessedly will leave
Those arrogance, revenge and junk,
And will two wings…
And will two wings…
Забыть Гвендолен он тщился еще во времена создания первого бриллиантового цилиндра, но цинизм Тэйка и общая тогдашняя несостоятельность всего, в частности, дел в продажах, дистракционировали и свиарировали его. Каждый раз, когда фемина с красивой кожей и скульптурными данными садилась напротив, он начинал дергаться, чем портил вечеринку. Привязанность к Гвен меняла База, и Тэйк сказал: “Мы тебя все равно женим, придурок камерный.”
И Баз снова писал, писал…
The day was the least prospective,
A chandelier fell on me,
My leg stuck in the tabouret,
Friday noon not the way to be.
Friday night is a-coming soon,
Me a-taken to hospital,
Head a-weaved into a weird cocoon,
Me a-felt like that frog spittle.