"Where did we come from?
Why are we here?
Where do we go when we die?
What lies beyond
And what lay before?
Is anything certain in life?"
hm... pewne jest to, że jest do dupy...
a tak to:
"Her heart sings as she sees you come near
The music fades, the crowd disappears
She weeps in silence as you pass her by
And she’s wondering why…oh why"
marzenie...
może ktoś, kiedyś...