It is proper to take alarm at the first experiment on our liberties. The freeman of America did not wait till usurped power had strengthened itself by exercise, and entangled the question in precedents. James Madison
Live as free people, yet without employing your freedom as a pretext for wickedness; but live at all times as servants of God. 1 Peter 2:16
Sir Evil, I do appreciate your taste in music.
It is proper to take alarm at the first experiment on our liberties. The freeman of America did not wait till usurped power had strengthened itself by exercise, and entangled the question in precedents. James Madison
Live as free people, yet without employing your freedom as a pretext for wickedness; but live at all times as servants of God. 1 Peter 2:16
It is proper to take alarm at the first experiment on our liberties. The freeman of America did not wait till usurped power had strengthened itself by exercise, and entangled the question in precedents. James Madison
Live as free people, yet without employing your freedom as a pretext for wickedness; but live at all times as servants of God. 1 Peter 2:16
Autumn has come to Moscow
Autumn has come to Moscow
Rain crushed foliage
Tower pierced the cloud ,
washes Ostankino
People are rushing in the subway,
Well I wade through puddles
In the bar where the bartender pours
In a delicate glass of wine
Rain on Tverskaya ,
In Fili and Shchelkovskoe,
Rain cleared Moscow
like Napoleon
Migratory birds wedge -
This is a farewell swing .
The bar bartender its
In debt pours rum
Moscow Autumn , Moscow Autumn:
Last maple leaves reluctantly fold.
And my memory , as if the wind blows
In another, the same exact , Moscow Autumn
Exotic life :
Muscovite under umbrella -
Baroque and Gothic,
Madonna on her high heels
In Stephen King's purse ,
In the player crying Sting
On the lips light smoke
And the lights in glasses
Moscow Autumn , Moscow Autumn:
Darkens as early dark by eight.
And my memory , as if the wind blows
In another, the same exact , Moscow Autumn
Drizzling rain tired
Cat slipped into the basement,
Gold leaf fell
All five fingers on the grass
Time sad poems
Vermouth and parasols .
In a cloud of perfume tart
Autumn has come to Moscow
Moscow Autumn , Moscow Autumn
Fine day casually toss .
And my memory , as if the wind blows
In another, the same exact , Moscow autumn.
And my memory as the wind blows
In another the same exact Moscow Autumn
Indifferent alike to praise or blame
Give heed, O Muse, but to the voice Divine
Fearing not injury, nor seeking fame,
Nor casting pearls to swine.
(A.Pushkin)
Truck driver song. (There is a chance to see a piece of Russia where you've never been yet)
Threads highways
Miles of fate, tangled on the axle.
The track winds through a life
Milestones, yes flicker bands.
In the cramped cockpit smoke mahorochki,
Diesel swears vtihomolochku.
And so on through the valleys prigorochkam,
Roll container.
Chorus:
Brakes will not give up on the descent.
On the ascent does not stall the engine.
And the rush on potholes on the Russian.
Trucker, carrier, driver.
Along the side of the Rus,
Woods, fields, villages nischita.
Tea, cakes and love,
In four of the ruble, buy that are not lazy.
I drove a counter flashes lights.
Know ahead of DPS with radar.
And goodbye obdast solarium,
Perish in the midnight shadow.
Chorus:
Brakes will not give up on the descent.
On the ascent does not stall the engine.
And the rush on potholes on the Russian.
Trucker, carrier, driver.
House remained a family and a wife without me
Still can not sleep.
He walks into the kitchen to smoke, and repeats to himself,
That separation will take place.
Daughter snorting with teddy bear.
Today it without me obedient.
He knows that I'll bring her toys,
So in a way we're lucky.
Chorus:
Brakes will not give up on the descent.
On the ascent does not stall the engine.
And the rush on potholes on the Russian.
Trucker, carrier, driver.
Led driver ...
Led driver ...
Led driver ...
Indifferent alike to praise or blame
Give heed, O Muse, but to the voice Divine
Fearing not injury, nor seeking fame,
Nor casting pearls to swine.
(A.Pushkin)