Muzica de Duminica, la pranz

Man of constant sorrow

E o muzica de pranz, pe prispa casei stra-bunicii mele unde soarele bate cel mai puternic la doispe. Eu merg descult pe ulitele inca neasfaltate. Am 8 ani si-mi place sa pescuiesc si sa merg la scaldat. Cel mai mult ma bucur cand vin parintii mei in vizita si ne aduc (mie si fratelui meu) caise si piersici (si soldatei de plastic!). Cu copiii de la poarta joc țintar cu boabe de porumb si noaptea dorm pe o saltea de paie.



Stefan

strings that tie to you...

From the wrinkles on my forehead
To the mud upon my shoe
Everything's a memory
With strings that tie to you

In my dream I'm often running
To the place that's out of you
Of every kind of memory
With strings that tie to you

Though a change has taken place
And I no longer do adore her
Still every God forsaken place is always
Right around the corner

Now I know it's either them or me
So I'll bury every clue
And every kind of memory
With strings that tie to you.

(Jon Brion)


ce bine ma simt in casuta noastra, gatind si ascultand muzica frumoasa!

Ioana