Tere, mina olen Andrus, mu südames on armastus

December 4th, 2009

Mulle meeldivad pildid. Teen ikka pilte, et jäädvustada aega, kus olin..Vahel isegi tööl teen Print Screen’i ja salvestan kausta “minu pildid.” Panen kuupäeva faili nimeks ja kõik ainult selleks, et mäletada aega. Ma kogun mälestusi. Tahan hoida alles ühe hariliku pliiatsi, mis sel nädalal juba nii lühikeseks kulus, et oli vaja arhiivi panna. See nädal on suure tähtusega. Arvan, et korjan ühe paberi oma kritseldustega töölt ja panen pliiatsi sinna juurde. Natuke räsitud, näritud pliiats. Ehk tuletab see kord mul meelde mu väga ilusat nädalat dublinis. Siis, kui kõhus lendas liblikaid. Minu sees oli armastus see nädal.

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On hea kerge minna, kui sul südames on armastus
Maailm lausa särab
Astuda on nii kerge
Tahaks kôigile vastu tulijatele öelda
Tere mu südames on armastus
Kônetada inimesi tänaval
Tere mu südames on armastus
Suruda kätt kôigil bussis ja öelda - Tere mina olen Andrus, mu südames on armastus.

J

Ma tean, et see võib kõlada sulle hullumeelsena. Tegelt kõlab see nii vaid siis, kui sa pole kunagi tundnud armastust. Ma olen. See on nii lus. Nii lus.

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Kas suudad talle andestada?

December 4th, 2009

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Another night with open eyes
Too late to sleep, too soon to rise
You’re short of breath, is it a heart attack?
Hot and feverish you face the fact

You’re in love, and it feels like shame
Because she’s gone and made a fool of you in public again
You’re in love, and it feels like pain
Because you know there’s too much truth in everything she claims

So ask yourself now: Can you forgive her
If she wants you to?
Ask yourself: Can you even deliver
What she demands of you?

You drift into the strangest dreams
Of youthful follies and changing teams
Admit you’re wrong, oh, no, not yet
Then you wake up and remember that you can’t forget

She’s made you some kind of laughing stock
Because you dance to disco, and you don’t like rock
She’d make fun of you, and even in bed
Said she was gonna go and get herself a real man instead

So ask yourself now: Can you forgive her
If she begs you to?
Ask yourself: Can you even deliver
What she demands of you?
Or do you want revenge?
But that’s childish, so childish!
(But that’s childish, so childish!)

Remember when you were more easily led
Behind the cricket pavillion and the bicycle shed
Trembling as your dreams came true
You looked right into those blue eyes and knew

It was love, and now you can’t pretend
You’ve forgotten all the promises of that first friend
It’s bad enough, she knows how you feel
But she’s not prepared to share you with the memory

So ask yourself now: Can you forgive her
If she begs you to?
Ask yourself: Can you even deliver
What she demands of you?
Ask yourself now: Can you forgive her
If she begs you to?
And ask yourself: Can you even deliver
What she demands of you?
Or do you want revenge?
But that’s childish, so childish!

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