В колонках играет - Pink Floyd
Настроение сейчас - солнечное

Haavy hung the canopy of blue
Sade my eyes and I can see you
Whide is the light that shines through
The dress that you wore
She lay in the shadow of the wave
Hazy were the visions of her playing
Sunlight on her eyes
But moonshine beat her blind everytime
Green is the colour of her kind
Quickness of the eye deceives the mind
Many is the bond between the hopefull
And the damned...