что-то пишу... что-то говорю... что-то делаю...
Зачем? Сама не знаю.
Автопилот функционирует нормально - значит, можно не беспокоиться, что я сделаю что-то не так.
Хорошо, что в данном случае отсутствие каких бы то ни было желаний и полный пофигизм не мешают хоть какие-то дела делать.
Две песни
The World
You are here alone again
In your sweet insanity
All too calm, you hide yourself from reality
Do you call it solitude?
Do you call it liberty?
When all the world turns away to leave you lonely
The fields are filled with desires
All voices crying for freedom
But all in vain they will fade away
There's only you to answer you, forever
In blinded mind you are singing
A glorious hallelujah
The distant flutter of angels
They're all too far, too far to reach for you
I am here alone again
In my sweet serenity
Hoping you will ever find me in any place
I will call it solitude when all my songs fade in vain
In my voice, far away to eternity
In the land of twilight, under the moon
In the land of twilight, under the moon
We dance for the idiots
Ring-around-the-roses, jump to the moon
We sing with the castanets
I will sing for crescent moon
Dancing with the castanets
As the end will come so soon
In the land of twilight
I will sing for crescent moon
Dancing with the castanets
As the end will come so soon
In the land of twilight
I will sing for crescent moon
Dancing with the castanets
As the end will come so soon
In the land of twilight
High and loud, the sound of your bell of the twilight... ringing...
All alone, it rings and echoes in the twilight, to your hiding place...
I will sing for crescent moon
Dancing with the castanets
As the end will come so soon
In the land of twilight