Streets without name

I wanna run

I want to hide

I wanna tear down the walls

That hold me inside

I wanna reach out

And touch the flame

Where the streets have no name

Ha...ha...ha...

I want to feel

Sunlight on my face

I see the dust cloud disappear

Without a trace

I want to take shelter from the poison rain

Where the streets have no name

Where the streets have no name

Where the streets have no name

We're still building

Then burning down love

Burning down love

And when I go there

I go there with you

It's all I can do

U2

Country House

He lives in a house, a very big house in the country
Watching afternoon repeats and the food he eats in the country
He takes all manner of pills and piles up analyst bills in the country
It's like an animal farm that's the rural charm in the country

Blur

Бегемот

„… та кой си?

— Част от силата, която желае зло, а все добро твори!“

Гьоте, „Фауст“

Тихият пролетен дъжд

Тихият пролетен дъжд
звънна над моята стряха,
с тихия пролетен дъжд
колко надежди изгряха!

Тихият пролетен дъжд
слуша земята и тръпне,
тихият пролетен дъжд
пролетни приказки шъпне.

В тихия пролетен дъжд
сълзи, възторг и уплаха,
с тихия пролетен дъжд
колко искрици изтляха!

Николай Лилиев

I see houses

I see houses
Rows and rows
Of red bricks
I see black cars
Some
Blood-stained exit
You got
A feeling that you
You've been
In here before
How many lives
Will you waste
How many tears
Must you taste

Before your freedom...

the verve