they'll name a city after us.

They made a statue of us
And it put it on a mountain top
Now tourists come and stare at us
Blow bubbles with their gum
Take photographs have fun, have fun

They'll name a city after us
And later say it's all our fault...


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o melodie de sambata dupa-amiaza, cand ne trezim la unspe far-un sfert si ne intindem din toate incheieturile. incepe sa arate a primavara, intr-adevar :) (un alt semn al primaverii e ca ies batraneii la plimbare. azi, in autobuz, eram inconjurati de batranei cu paltoane mirosind a naftalina si am mai zarit si-un baietel vesel care ii spunea bunicului ca magheru ii aminteste de strazile din new york. zaaau!)

Ioana.