А Й Л Я К, майна.
ей тва приятелче ^
+ a little bit of mighty cliffs,
somewhat of fresh air,
THE GREAT OUTDOORS
crispy summer mornings up in the sky,
lazy sundays in my little old town,
a little bit of booze and a little bit of blues.
in a word, freedom.
Closing your eyes, listening to Pepper’s gentle guitar, Phil’s rough drawl.. you can’t help feeling doomed, condemned, although where the music takes you is that place, that distant place in the heart of the city, in that warm summer evening, when you became one with them, your ‘family’.. when it was already quiet, but it had been the sound that bent your mind..