искам да съм била там, искам

септември е тъжен, датата ми винаги е била тъжна или с полъх на носталгия от лятото. искам картички, като онези на силвия чолева.



Where do we go from here
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now, when I need you
Alone on an aeroplane
Fall asleep on against the window pane
My blood will thicken
...
Where do we go from here
The planet is a gunboat in a sea of fear
And where are you
They brought in the CIA, the tanks and the whole marines,
To blow me away, to blow me sky high
...
Where do we go from here
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now when I need you