pisha ot rabota, niamam kirilica po tozi povod, sporim s b. dali radiohead e naj-velikata grupa na sveta (sled muse). az ne znam kak da go obiasnia che gi haresvam, no ne me dokosvat taka, kakto drugi gurpi i che niama obiasnenie za tova (sushtoto vazhi i za muse). togava toj mi prashta i simultantno puska tova:
Faith, you’re driving me away
You do it everyday
You don’t mean it
But it hurts like hell
My brain says I’m receiving pain
A lack of oxygen
From my life support
My iron lung
We’re too young to fall asleep
Too cynical to speak
We are losing it
Can’t you tell?
We scratch our eternal itch
A twentieth century bitch
And we are grateful for
Our iron lung
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
Suck, suck your teenage thumb
Toilet trained and dumb
When the power runs out
We’ll just hum
This, this is our new song
Just like the last one
A total waste of time
My iron lung
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
And if you’re frightened
You can be frightened
You can be, it’s OK
And if you’re frightened
You can be frightened
You can be, it’s OK
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
dnes sum s novoto gornishte s cip, koeto vchera si kupih sled kato zatvoriha magazinite, zashtoto se namuknah v kabinkata za probvane 30 sekundi predi osem. triabvashe da si go kupia, zashtoto dnes e sporten poluden - shte hodim da se katerim po gorite. t.e. mezhdu durvetata kato majmunite. semplata guinness grivna e na rukata mi. gumena i cherna. imam kudrichki i sum mila i dobra s okolnite dnes. imam rabota i ne sum svurshila osthe nishto. v subota otivam v berlin. ole!
tioli