23:12

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она съела кусок мяса - он ее убил
When I was seventeen

It was a very good year

It was a very good year for small town girls

And soft summer nights

We'd hide from the lights

On the village green

When I was seventeen



When I was twenty-one

It was a very good year

It was a very good year for city girls

Who lived up the stair

With all that perfumed hair

And it came undone

When I was twenty-one



When I was thirty-five

It was a very good year

It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls

Of independent means

We'd ride in limousines

Their chauffeurs would drive

When I was thirty-five



But now the days grow short

I'm in the autumn of the year

And now I think of my life as vintage wine

>from fine old kegs

>from the brim to the dregs

And it poured sweet and clear

It was a very good year



все.

это конец.



:))

Комментарии
16.06.2007 в 23:51

Летать - это романтика, земляк. Даже теперь. Даже так.
Мне нравиться!
17.06.2007 в 00:11

она съела кусок мяса - он ее убил
Элэлил Флорэс еще бы,это френк синатра)
17.06.2007 в 12:06

"Мы только что распилили девушку бензопилой! И это, по-твоему, нормально!?"
хех у меня в плеере есть=)