 
- Форум
- По малко от всичко
- Фън, фън и пак фън
- За какво си мислиш? вол. ****
все на мен. . .
If you're leaving close the door.
I'm not expecting people anymore.
Hear me grieving, I'm lying on the floor.
Whether I'm drunk or dead I really ain't too sure.
I'm a blind man, I'm a blind man and my world is pale.
When a blind man cries, Lord, you know there ain't no sadder tale.