Публикувано на: Пон Сеп 15, 2008 10:30 pm
Нека почива в мир! Новината буквално ме потресе изтръпнах целия 
Comfortably Numb. За винаги в сърцата ни! ЗА ВИНАГИ!
Comfortably Numb. За винаги в сърцата ни! ЗА ВИНАГИ!
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Почивай в мир Ричард 
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R.I.P.
Публикувано на: Сря Сеп 17, 2008 4:47 pm
1973 год. си купих първата им плоча . Най-великата група в света! Мир на праха му!
Публикувано на: Вто Сеп 23, 2008 11:04 am
Не знаейки какво е R.I.P. не обръщах внимание на нишката, но по-добре късно отколкото никога.
Нещо което се случва понякога да слушам няколко пъти на ден. По-добре си е в оригинал...
Wish You Were Here
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
Нещо което се случва понякога да слушам няколко пъти на ден. По-добре си е в оригинал...
Wish You Were Here
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.