Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride.
G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal
Впервые здесь? Я Роха — провести быструю экскурсию?
ПУСТЬ В ЭТОТ ТВОЙ ДЕНЬ ИСПОЛНЯЮТСЯ ВСЕ ТВОИ ЖЕЛАНИЯ!
So back off your rules,
Back off your jive!
Cause I'm sick of not living,
To stay alive,
Leave me alone!
I'm not asking a lot -
I just don't want to be controlled,
That's all I want.
All I want!(с)The Offspring