Не очень смешная картинка: Вот так отметили "День работников дорожного хозяйства" дорожники одного из соседних муниципалитетов...Только что там проехал - асфальта уже нет...прошло 10 дней
Every face I see is cold as ice, Everything I touch is pale, Ever since I lost imagination. Like a stream that flows into the sea, I am lost for all eternity, Ever since you took your love away from me. Sometimes the sound of goodbye, Is louder than any drumbeat.
Every face I see is cold as ice, Everything I touch is pale, Ever since I lost imagination. Like a stream that flows into the sea, I am lost for all eternity, Ever since you took your love away from me. Sometimes the sound of goodbye, Is louder than any drumbeat.