esmaspäev, Jaanuar 05, 2004
Kuna ma olen vaadand, et paljud siin (noh, mitte siin siiski, vaid mujal tegelikult) panevad üles kõiksugu lüürikat, siis ma panen kah. See on minu jaoks väga aja- ja muidu kohane katkend, sest mul on homme (muuhulgas) selle pääle üks tore eksam.
Ting, ting, there is no God; ting, ting;
Come dance and play, and merrily sing -
Ting, ting a ding; ting, ting a ding!
O pretty girl who trippest along,
Come to my bed - it isn't wrong.
Uncork the bottle, sing the song!
Ting, ting a ding: dong, dong.
Autoriks vana hea Arthur Hugh Clough
Ting, ting, there is no God; ting, ting;
Come dance and play, and merrily sing -
Ting, ting a ding; ting, ting a ding!
O pretty girl who trippest along,
Come to my bed - it isn't wrong.
Uncork the bottle, sing the song!
Ting, ting a ding: dong, dong.
Autoriks vana hea Arthur Hugh Clough
vahvva
vastukaja
vanad
