Перерыв в работе.
Тихонько гружусь всякой фигней, о которой в хорошем настроении вполне успешно забываю. Фигня придавливает, не хуже гири...
Ладно бы она была приятной, так на душе просто пакостная смесь какая-то... Которую я начинаю отцеживать и рассматривать, надеясь, что таким способом избавлюсь от нее.
Я не могла не поныть )
Внизу песня, которая мне вообще в настроение и размышления. Переводить на этот раз не буду.
текстThere was a woman who loved her man
More than she loved herself
Dirtnap one day took him away
Left her screaming for help
And I said how does it feel
And I said how does it feel
Like all God's promises are broken
Like all God's promises are broken
Like all God's promises are broken
It's like dying on Christmas day
It's like dying on Christmas day
Before all gifts are open
I knew a man who had a friend
He loved in his own special way
He held his friend close in his arms
And his friend just melted away
And I said how does it feel
And I said how does it feel
Like all God's promises are broken
Like all God's promises are broken
Like all God's promises are broken
It's like dying on Christmas day
It's like dying on Christmas day
Before all gifts are open
I had a love, a love of all loves
But the dirtnap covered her well
And the pain from the knife that cut us apart
Won't stop on this side of hell
And they said how does it feel
And they said how does it feel
Like all God's promises are broken
Like all God's promises are broken
Like all God's promises are broken
It's like dying on Christmas day
It's like dying on Christmas day
Before all gifts are open"И я скажу, какое это чувство.
Как будто Бог обманул меня.
Это похоже на смерть в Рождество,
Перед тем, как открыты подарки"