а вот мелочевка от меня

<when the sun dies down,
the air grows cold
and the moon plays tricks in the night
crawling low, like a snake out of sight
your guide is the northern light
you wanna laugh, say I'm insane
don't have the sense
to come in from the rain
I know how to keep myself
between the drops.">

Kedicik (26.01.2004 Пн 01:54)