[Freeman_]

новый пост... старый пост...не бывает ново-старого поста...
говорят я изменилься...если да то не в лучшую сторону...
говорят что я не вылажываю песни в свой дайр... они и вправду идут за моими мыслями...

Paint It Black

I see a red door and
I want it painted black
No colors anymore
I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed
in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head
until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars
and theyre all painted black
With flowers and my love
both never to come back
I see people turn their heads
and quickly look away
Like a new born baby
it just happens evry day
I look inside myself
and see my heart is black
I see my red door
and it has been painted black
Maybe then Ill fade away
and not have to face the facts
Its not easy facin up
when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea
go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee
this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough
into the settin sun
My love will laugh with me
before the mornin comes

I see a red door and
I want it painted black
No colors anymore
I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed
in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head
until my darkness goes
Hmm, hmm, hmm,...
I wanna see it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted,
painted, painted, painted black
Yeah!
ещё много чему говорят... но стои ли этому верить?
доверяй, но проверяй...
вы спросите где все мои мысли?
один человек умеет их извлекать...