Re: Lady D'Arbanville Lyrics (aka nsa Timisoara+Moldova Scenario second location) Re: remember phoenix !


MarianMarian1234@xxxxxxxxxxx wrote:
Lady D'Arbanville Lyrics

My Lady d'Arbanville why do you sleep so still?
I'll wake you tomorrow
and you will be my fill yes you will be my fill.

My Lady d'Arbanville why does it grieve me so?
But your heart seems so silent.
Why do you breathe so low why do you breathe so low

My Lady d'Arbanville why do you sleep so still?
I'll wake you tomorrow
and you will be my fill yes you will be my fill.

My Lady d'Arbanville you look so cold tonight.
Your lips feel like winter
your skin has turned to white your skin has turned to white.

My Lady d'Arbanville why do you sleep so still?
I'll wake you tomorrow
and you will be my fill yes you will be my fill.

La la la la la....

My Lady d'Arbanville why do you grieve me so?
But your heart seems so silent.
Why do you breathe so low why do you breathe so low

I loved you my lady though in your grave you lie
I'll always be with you
This rose will never die this rose will never die.

I loved you my lady though in your grave you lie
I'll always be with you
This rose will never die this rose will never die.




In afara la orice dubiu .


As allways all writen in direct mode .
aka - nsa

Just two out of so many prepared menaj a trois conflict locations by
Soros nsa .
Pentru Israel pregatisera soarta Germanieii din al doilea razboi
mondial + .
Pentru USA trecut present viitor spatiu si a doua planeta .
Pentru totii ceilaltii un nou val de victime si sclavie la nesfirsit.

Fiti multumitii cu dealul care lati primit.

http://groups.google.com/group/soc.culture.romanian/browse_frm/thread/c9b2b758cc91f155/a7cfcf1ceb822f2d?q=soros&rnum=1#a7cfcf1ceb822f2d

"Naive" trip managers go to jail.


GAIA



Basil wrote:
hei tramvai,
cu etaj si tras de cai.
hei joben,
ce umblai la mon-jarden.
hei bunic,
cu monoclul lui erai sic !
hei can-can,
cu picioarele-n tavan.

toate au fost la timpul lor,
si tot exagerat,
anii au trecut in zbor,
si lumea le-a uitat,... da-da...


hei pletosi,
cu pantaloni stamtzi si soiosi.
ghitaristi, zgomotosi si fantezisti.
hei tu seic,
indragit ca un berbec.

toate sunt la moda-acum
si tot exagerat,
timpul trece ca un fum,
si tot va fi uitat..,.
da-da...,

phoenix, timisoara 1968.

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