În sfârşit primu' meu blog. Aveţi grijă ce scrieţi :P, aştept băreri. Între timp am realizat că ar trebui să dau startu' aici şi să fiu mai concret, aşa că aştept întrebări, sugestii, etc. ?
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, There’s a land that’s fair and bright, Where the hand-outs grow on bushes, And you sleep out ev’ry night, Where the boxcars all are empty, And the Sun shines ev’ry day, On the birds and the bees, And the cigarette trees, The lemonade springs, Where the Bluebird sings, In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, All the Cops have wooden legs, And the Bulldogs all have rubber teeth, And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs, The farmer’s trees are full of fruit, And the barns are full of hay, Oh I’m bound to go, Where there ain’t no snow, Where the rain don’t fall, The wind don’t blow, In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, You never change your socks, And the little streams of alcohol, Come a-trickling down the rocks, The brakemen have to tip their hats, And the Railroad Bulls are blind, There’s a lake of Stew, And of Whiskey too, You can paddle all around ‘em, In a big canoe, In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
There’s a land that’s fair and bright,
Where the hand-outs grow on bushes,
And you sleep out ev’ry night,
Where the boxcars all are empty,
And the Sun shines ev’ry day,
On the birds and the bees,
And the cigarette trees,
The lemonade springs,
Where the Bluebird sings,
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
All the Cops have wooden legs,
And the Bulldogs all have rubber teeth,
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs,
The farmer’s trees are full of fruit,
And the barns are full of hay,
Oh I’m bound to go,
Where there ain’t no snow,
Where the rain don’t fall,
The wind don’t blow,
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
You never change your socks,
And the little streams of alcohol,
Come a-trickling down the rocks,
The brakemen have to tip their hats,
And the Railroad Bulls are blind,
There’s a lake of Stew,
And of Whiskey too,
You can paddle all around ‘em,
In a big canoe,
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
Mda, o alta viziune asupra spatiului nostru vital :(. Era frumos sa fi zis si sursa ca banuiesc ca nu a fost inspiratie de moment. Mersi.
No, ce blog ţ'ai tras, mă ! Îi fain, aşe ! :D
Dragutz blog....cam maroniu....but it's ok for a start.....
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