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Did you know that you did it Randall. Jamie told you about it?
- A little bit.
- So he's nice to you, - thoughtfully said Dougal. - He's usually nobody talks about it.
Even can't imagine, why would it? - I said sarcastically.

Did you know that you did it Randall. Jamie told you about it?
- A little bit.
- So he's nice to you, - thoughtfully said Dougal. - He's usually nobody talks about it.
Even can't imagine, why would it? - I said sarcastically.

We remember, no surrender
Heroes of our century
Three men stood strong and they held out for long
Going into the fight to their death that awaits
Crazy or brave, will it end in the grave?
As they're giving their lives
As their honor dictates
Far, Far from home to a war
Fought on foreign soil and far
Far from known tell their tale
Their forgotten story
Cobras Fumantes, eterna é sua vitória.




We remember - you didn't give up
Heroes of our century!
Three people were killed, they lasted a long time against the enemy.
They went into battle, into certain death.
Madness or courage, will end their history in the grave?
They have given up on life
As told they honor.
Far, far from home, in war,
That was carried out in a foreign land.
Far, far away from the glory, tell their story,
Their forgotten history.
"Smoking Snakes", the memory of them lives.


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- The penalty story with you, Sonia - said to him.
Larry yawned like a tiger, and was silent.
One pretty girl once fell under the train, ' came hoarsely and hopelessly at last.
- Shut up. I can sleep on.

Two years after the events, which ends our story here found two skeletons - one of them hugged the other. When I tried to tear them apart, they crumbled to dust...

When I was little, my favorite story was about a man who lived forever. But whose eyes were sad from what they've seen. The man that fell from the sky.

- Money? Is God??
- It is force! Much more useful than God. By the way Rock, but I appreciate you? God? Love? Don't be ridiculous. When I lived in poverty, and the God of Love was already somehow sold out. And then I something waited and believed, complained to God. While life won't punish me for something that I did not commit. Just because they were in the neighborhood. What can you trust in a weak, young age? Money! And arms! With them, the world becomes just great.
- It's awful.
- If I wanted pity, it added to the story more snot. And I see the world clearly. The lesson here is that when I go over the edge is the only thing that matters. Not everyone likes to be like everyone else, Rock. And one more thing: fat bastards, vacationers in Bali, bitches in nothing more complicated than his makeup, not even engaged, I don't want you to hear my story of how these hypocritical nothingness. There's nothing worse than companion that thinks you're a prostitute. If you ever scolded me to my past, you will cease to be his and I will taste your blood...

This is not a couple of songs, then lost the story
Us mental illness - daily anguish.
Who thought about the truth, that her long-suffered
You will become not happy - I'm ready to save you.

She had become so accustomed to hide the truth, that now when you try to voice it faced difficulties purely physiological properties. The second and third attempts to start the story also failed. But in the end she coped with it, how's the old musician with his instrument after years of not picking it up.

Some things can not say. You either survive them or not. But you don't talk about them.

It seems that it tells not what it remembers and recalls what was said before...

I think that's what he liked about me the most: the fact that I could appreciate his stories. Many people underestimate the female talent.

...a story about someone's life or about an episode of someone's life should never contain any lessons, although in some cases a lot one could learn...

The ability to talk is a forgotten and undervalued element of the so-called real writing. There is a prejudice against narrative in which the plot comes to the fore.