| maanantaina, lokakuuta 31, 2005 |
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Í nótt kom ég heim (já, heim, segi ég) með nítján áskrifuð póstkort í úlpuvasanum. Það reyndist meira en að segja það að versla frímerki í Moskvu, hvað þá finna póstkassa. Póstlegg þau kannski á Købmagergade og vona að póststimpillinn falli í skugga Spasskajaturnsins, Basilkirkjunnar eða Plosjad Revoljútsjí, annars verða menn bara að taka viljann fyrir verkið.
Ég gæti sagt helling um þessa viku en geri það ekki, langi þig í sögu skaltu bera þig eftir henni.
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(It's in the trees!
It's coming!)
When I was a child
Running in the night,
Afraid of what might be
Hiding in the dark,
Hiding in the street,
And of what was following me...
Now hounds of love are hunting.
I've always been a coward,
And I don't know what's good for me.
Here I go!
It's coming for me through the trees.
Help me, someone!
Help me, please!
Take my shoes off,
And throw them in the lake,
And I'll be
Two steps on the water.
I found a fox
Caught by dogs.
He let me take him in my hands.
His little heart,
It beats so fast,
And I'm ashamed of running away
From nothing real
I just can't deal with this,
But I'm still afraid to be there,
Among your hounds of love,
And feel your arms surround me.
I've always been a coward,
And never know what's good for me.
Oh, here I go!
Don't let me go!
Hold me down!
It's coming for me through the trees.
Help me, darling,
Help me, please!
Take my shoes off
And throw them in the lake,
And I'll be
Two steps on the water.
I don't know what's good for me.
I don't know what's good for me.
I need your love love love love love, yeah
Your love
Take your shoes off
And throw them in the lake
Do you know what I really need?
Do you know what I really need?
I need love love love love love... yeah
-Kate Bush, Hounds of Love |
Erla Elíasdóttir @ 4:47 ip.  |
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