Sa revenim si la naravul cu muzica ...
Pentru o stare boema , conectata la intrebarile retoricii universale , cu franturi filosofice si explicatii matematice bine intemeiate recomand o melodie calma , calda si antrenanta ...
Travis - Why Does It Always Rain On Me
And the Lyrics are :
I can't sleep tonight
Everybody saying everything's alright
Still I can't close my eyes
I'm seeing a tunnel at the end of all these lights
Sunny days
Where have you gone?
I get the strangest feeling you belong.
Why does it always rain on me?
Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?
Why does it always rain on me?
Even when the sun is shining
I can't avoid the lightning
I can't stand myself
I'm being held up by invisible men
Still life on a shelf when
I got my mind on something else
Sunny days
Where have you gone?
I get the strangest feeling you belong.
Why does it always rain on me?
Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?
Why does it always rain on me?
Even when the sun is shining
I can't avoid the lightning
Oh, where did the blue skies go?
And why is it raining so?
It's so cold
I can't sleep tonight
Everybody saying everything's alright
Still I can't close my eyes
I'm seeing a tunnel at the end of all these lights
Sunny days
Where have you gone?
I get the strangest feeling you belong.
Why does it always rain on me?
Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?
Why does it always rain on me?
Even when the sun is shining
I can't avoid the lightning
Oh, where did the blue skies go?
And why is it raining so?
It's so cold
Why does it always rain on me?
Why does it always rain...
Aveam o poezie despre "the rain " ... poate ca e bine sa adaug si parerea poetului :
Foto de pe stari.ro
Ploaie
Ploua si atunci in pletele-i firave
Ploua si-acum in prag de asfintit
Eu gasesc insa o asemanare ...
Sau doar visez ca asta mi-am dorit ?
Ploua mereu , e simplu acest gest
Natura-l face cunoscut atat de des
Ma razgandesc in minte si-n idee :
Este chiar ploaia cea care da sens ?
Este simtirea mea " bolnava" de o clipa
Ca-s prins de ploaie printre zeci nevoi
Nu este ea , ceva ce ma inspira
Ea doar aduce lacrimi pe cruzii obraji goi ...
By Redy
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