ребят, если мне каждый раз нужно будет ходить по музеям и покупать книжки чтобы фармить лайки, то мне придется перестать читать паблики Льва Толстого и Володи Бибихина 24/7 и найти вторую работу 😐
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The Komadome Cherry Tree and Mt. Fuji
by Jokata Kaiseki (1882 - 1966)
Моя любимая песня Элвиса + самодеятельность
Just beyond the mountain lies a city
And I hear it calling me
Saddle up and ride you lonesome cowboy
Here is where you'll find your destiny
In my dreams the lights shine bright and pretty
Near to me and yet so far
Will I always be a lonesome cowboy
Am I only reaching for a star
Ride. Ride, ride, ride along cowboy
Sing, sing, sing, sing a song cowboy
Will I ever leave this lonesome valley
Really see the lights that shine
Gotta find what lies beyond the mountain
Gotta rope and tie that dream of mine
I am just a lonesome cowboy
And I'm travelling all alone
If you don't call me baby
Then I'm never coming home.
Elvis Presley — Lonesome cowboy
Ты ничего не пишешь,
Я — ничего не знаю.
Глаза мои — чорные вишни,
Дави же их сок ступнями;
Пока не перезрели.
by Jokata Kaiseki (1882 - 1966)
Моя любимая песня Элвиса + самодеятельность
Just beyond the mountain lies a city
And I hear it calling me
Saddle up and ride you lonesome cowboy
Here is where you'll find your destiny
In my dreams the lights shine bright and pretty
Near to me and yet so far
Will I always be a lonesome cowboy
Am I only reaching for a star
Ride. Ride, ride, ride along cowboy
Sing, sing, sing, sing a song cowboy
Will I ever leave this lonesome valley
Really see the lights that shine
Gotta find what lies beyond the mountain
Gotta rope and tie that dream of mine
I am just a lonesome cowboy
And I'm travelling all alone
If you don't call me baby
Then I'm never coming home.
Elvis Presley — Lonesome cowboy
Ты ничего не пишешь,
Я — ничего не знаю.
Глаза мои — чорные вишни,
Дави же их сок ступнями;
Пока не перезрели.
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Посмотрите, какая замечательная атмосфера и как чудесно падает свет в протестансткой церкви св. Петра и Павла в спб
One night we rustled cattle, a thousand head or so
And started them out on the trail that leads to Mexico
But a norther started blowing and lightning flashed about
I thought someone was calling me, I thought I heard a shout
Then at that moment, lightning struck not 20 yards from me
And left there was a giant cross where once there was a tree
And this time I knew I heard a voice, a voice so sweet and strange
A voice that came from everywhere, a voice that called my name
Marty Robbins — Master's Call
One night we rustled cattle, a thousand head or so
And started them out on the trail that leads to Mexico
But a norther started blowing and lightning flashed about
I thought someone was calling me, I thought I heard a shout
Then at that moment, lightning struck not 20 yards from me
And left there was a giant cross where once there was a tree
And this time I knew I heard a voice, a voice so sweet and strange
A voice that came from everywhere, a voice that called my name
Marty Robbins — Master's Call
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цветочбки-лепесточки
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