Jaka to melodia???
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Tak, dokładnie. Tytuł piosenki pojawia się w tekście - dodam że jest ona z pierwszej płyty, a potem była przez nich zamieszczana na kolejnych płytach z dodanym numerem roku ponownego wykonania. A jeśli komuś nie chce się szukać - to w Google działa, sprawdzałem 
Ale po tej podpowiedzi, to jak ktoś choć troszkę poszuka, to znajdzie bez problemu 
Ale po tej podpowiedzi, to jak ktoś choć troszkę poszuka, to znajdzie bez problemu We are the outstretched fingers,
That seize and hold the wind...
That seize and hold the wind...
Zobaczymy jak sobie poradzicie z tym:
I was born and raised
As an eastern girl in a western world
I was told to choose
To choose to be what I chose to be
Speaking impartially
There doesn't seem to be a place for me
But when I look inside I find
A place to run to hide
I was born to love
A distant land and a rising sun
I was born to love this
Green and pleasant land
Which way should I turn?
Cos I seem to fall towards burning
But when I look inside I find the place
To cry, to fly, to die
I was born and raised
As an eastern girl in a western world
I was told to choose
To choose to be what I chose to be
Speaking impartially
There doesn't seem to be a place for me
But when I look inside I find
A place to run to hide
I was born to love
A distant land and a rising sun
I was born to love this
Green and pleasant land
Which way should I turn?
Cos I seem to fall towards burning
But when I look inside I find the place
To cry, to fly, to die
Słuchaj więc nas chociażby szła cenzorów horda
Razem zbudujemy punkowego megazorda
Rebel forevor, transformatą napieprzamy
Niech soczyste ŁO K***A obija się o ściany
Razem zbudujemy punkowego megazorda
Rebel forevor, transformatą napieprzamy
Niech soczyste ŁO K***A obija się o ściany
Będzie łatwe:
Now I dream
Enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion
Where beauty streams
Freed from the teeth of those beasts that had come
To tear out Her spells
In red lettered cells
Wherein even the crown prince of Hell
Come out of His arrogant shell
Would falter to better
But her face soon dispels
And as black feathers fell
From heaven's smoke
So I woke to insanity
Her exquisite corpse
Found fit for their sport
Of course
Would burn on the morrow with me…
Now I dream
Enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion
Where beauty streams
Freed from the teeth of those beasts that had come
To tear out Her spells
In red lettered cells
Wherein even the crown prince of Hell
Come out of His arrogant shell
Would falter to better
But her face soon dispels
And as black feathers fell
From heaven's smoke
So I woke to insanity
Her exquisite corpse
Found fit for their sport
Of course
Would burn on the morrow with me…
Nie każdy chłop z widłami to Posejdon
Array of fortunate life
but could you live through the fight
no you couldn´t
all the years I´ve sheltered emotion
and all these years I´ve seen no devotion from you
I could I offer honesty
if eveyday offered something real
decay of fortune and might
but would you stand up and fight
no you wouldn´t
all these years without any notion
and all these years I`ve seen no devotion from you
but could you live through the fight
no you couldn´t
all the years I´ve sheltered emotion
and all these years I´ve seen no devotion from you
I could I offer honesty
if eveyday offered something real
decay of fortune and might
but would you stand up and fight
no you wouldn´t
all these years without any notion
and all these years I`ve seen no devotion from you
We are the outstretched fingers,
That seize and hold the wind...
That seize and hold the wind...
Poczekaj no... jak zapodam coś co i tak słucham (a nie musi to być to co pisze w muzyce aktualnie słuchanej to sobie poszukasz z pół rokudark_raven pisze:Jakiś ty przewidywalny....
)
O jejkudark_raven pisze:Hmm... Znowu ten sam błąd?
A tak ogólnie to zgadłeś. Kolejka twoja.
We are the outstretched fingers,
That seize and hold the wind...
That seize and hold the wind...