šalta

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O mano raumenys juda lyg per kisielių. 

Bet ašaros niekaip nebyra
ir šaukti ar pykti visai nesinori
Šalta
ir niekur nedingsta 
rami neviltis. 

Bobby has velvet skin
He's only seventeen
Raised by the hands of god
(his mother was a slut)

Nobody likes him at school
That's 'cause he knows every rule
Bobby has velvet eyes
Dark as an evening skies

Come to me, Bobby, you'll see
This is your sweet melody.