Где Дух Господень - там Свобода (с)
Да,сменила я название дневника и подпись.Ну и что? Песни всё равно были,есть и будут.Я их много знаю.И все-разные.
У меня живёт некто за форточкой.Размер у этого некта внушает уважение.Не пускает ко мне никого.Назвали БОрис.И песня есть подходящая.Вот она:
The Who
Boris The Spider
Look what's crawling up my wall.
Black & Hairy, very small.
Now it's up above my head.
Hanging by a little thread.
Now it's dropped down to the floor.
Headed for the bedroom door.
Maybe he's as scared as me.
Where's he gone now I can't see.
Boris the Spider..... Creepy, Crawly....
There he is wrapped in a ball.
Doesn't seem to move at all.
Perhaps he's dead, I'll just make sure.
Pick this book up off the floor.
He's come to a sticky end.
Don't think he will ever mend.
Never more will he rome round.
He's imbedded in the ground.
У меня живёт некто за форточкой.Размер у этого некта внушает уважение.Не пускает ко мне никого.Назвали БОрис.И песня есть подходящая.Вот она:
The Who
Boris The Spider
Look what's crawling up my wall.
Black & Hairy, very small.
Now it's up above my head.
Hanging by a little thread.
Now it's dropped down to the floor.
Headed for the bedroom door.
Maybe he's as scared as me.
Where's he gone now I can't see.
Boris the Spider..... Creepy, Crawly....
There he is wrapped in a ball.
Doesn't seem to move at all.
Perhaps he's dead, I'll just make sure.
Pick this book up off the floor.
He's come to a sticky end.
Don't think he will ever mend.
Never more will he rome round.
He's imbedded in the ground.