Дорогие пикабушники!
Я знаю, одной части будет просто плевать, другая часть меня начнет минусовать, и лишь небольшую третью часть это хоть как-то заинтересует. Я года три играю на гитаре, и года полтора пишу песни и стихи на английском. Все, что мне хотелось бы - поделиться этим. И, чтобы пост не выглядел кармодрочерским, первый стих уже здесь:
Fall Or Fly
Sometimes you like live; sometimes you like die.
When the good gone to bad, there's no power to fight.
We're slipping away, and I ask myself, "Why?
When you are falling, why can't you fly?"
Raise up your wings, gracefully swing them.
My credo is freedom, and sister my wisdom.
My existence is not just a thing that's for certain.
I won't give in; I wOn't crack like porcelain.
Sometimes it seems hard to stand up and to go.
You can't get what you need; that you've learnt you don't know.
Turning all the lights on will not let you see
What to do, what you are, what your destiny is.
Even in darkness you could understand:
Falling will never stop 'less you're dead.
You fall; and that's what makes you feel alive.
You fly; and that's how you feel the life.
Когда поднимется рейтинг (если поднимется), запишу свои песни.
Всем добра (:
Fall Or Fly
Sometimes you like live; sometimes you like die.
When the good gone to bad, there's no power to fight.
We're slipping away, and I ask myself, "Why?
When you are falling, why can't you fly?"
Raise up your wings, gracefully swing them.
My credo is freedom, and sister my wisdom.
My existence is not just a thing that's for certain.
I won't give in; I wOn't crack like porcelain.
Sometimes it seems hard to stand up and to go.
You can't get what you need; that you've learnt you don't know.
Turning all the lights on will not let you see
What to do, what you are, what your destiny is.
Even in darkness you could understand:
Falling will never stop 'less you're dead.
You fall; and that's what makes you feel alive.
You fly; and that's how you feel the life.
Когда поднимется рейтинг (если поднимется), запишу свои песни.
Всем добра (:
