רון מוגלי / Echo |
I gave up on the camera
I was never good on the phone
I wrote you a letter
But it got lost in the post
I wrote you my thoughts
It turned into prose
I wrote what I saw
It turned into a song
And I sang
And I raised my voice
And I heard it bounce
Off the walls in this void
And I shouted
And I heard my own words
And I heard them echo
Like I never knew they could
I took my guitar
And I tried to translate
I tried with my fingers
To tell you what's inside my head
I played with my emotions
As I played with the strings
Something came out
A little tune I still sing
And I sang
And I raised my voice
And I heard it bounce
Off the walls of this void
And I shouted
And I heard my own words
And I heard them echo
Like I never knew they could
Can you hear them echo
Can you hear them echo
Fly through the sky
Like that wind that blew that night
Can you hear them echo?
Can you hear them echo?
They fly...
And I sang
And I raised my voice
And I heard it bounce
Off the walls of this void
And I shouted
And I heard my own words
And I heard them echo
Like I never knew they could
15/Nov/06
המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.
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