drdino thinks...

Καμιά φορά κάνουμε λάθος επιλογές... Και οι λάθος επιλογές οδηγούν σε ακόμα περισσότερες... Στο τέλος καταλήγουμε σε ένα δρόμο, και αναρρωτιόμαστε αν όλη η ζωή είναι λάθος, ένα ψέμα...

Refugees-Van Der Graaf Generator North was somewhere years ago and cold: Ice locked the people's hearts and made them old. South was birth to pleasant lands, but dry: I walked the waters' depths and played my mind. East was dawn, coming alive in the golden sun: the winds came, gently, several heads became one in the summertime, though august people sneered; we were at peace, and we cheered. We walked alone, sometimes hand in hand, between the thin lines marking sea and sand; smiling very peacefully, we began to notice that we could be free, and we moved together to the West. West is where all days will someday end; where the colours turn from grey to gold, and you can be with the friends. And light flakes the golden clouds above all; West is Mike and Susie, West is where I love. There we shall spend our final days of our lives; tell the same old stories: yeah well, at least we tried. Into the West, smiles on our faces, we'll go; oh, yes, and our apologies to those who'l