Это просто Вьюи блог

Солнечный мяч отпинали ногами, луну застрелили своими глазами.

Звёзды с печалью на вас посмотрели, вы все охуели, вы все охуели!

My Mandela

You were born alone.
Then from your innocence we were torn and thrown
into an unjust world that you inherited
but where your heart is is where you call a home.

In the midst of a violent era
you had the nerve to defy the terror.
And fight the better fight, we have a right to get it right cos
life shouldn't depend on trial and error.
Nor should it depend on the ruthless clashing
claiming generations of youth assassins.
They all can talk and say you ought to walk away but
" Struggle" is just the name for fruitless passion.
You can picture how the world could potentially be
and believe that's a day you'll eventually see.
Or you can accept the unacceptable,
not expect it all to change and pretend to be free.
What to do? Do you fold?
Do you back down, do as you're told?
Fade to the background, in the face of a crackdown
Aimed at you and your own?

27 years is a long time to hope.
27 years is a long time to pray.
27 years is 27 reasons
for me to stand here with a strong mind today
cos I can't claim to have faith
if I only believe when it's safe.
You lost everything, everything but the will to live,
the will to persevere and still forgive…

Sometimes I wonder if they knew they were wrong.
You weren't a convict but you were convicted.
Sometimes I wonder if you knew all along,
cos even in conflict you weren't conflicted,
see just like me, you were born alone but what you
did for the place you called a home
laid foundations for the future,
you were the rock that became a cornerstone.

In the midst of a violent era,
the hardest thing is to defy the terror.
Life shouldn't depend on trial and error.
Goodbye, Mandela. My Mandela.

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Все эти грустные говнокартиночки на вьюи, даже не знаю, зачем я их собираю, и не могу понять, легче мне от этого или наоборот, только добиваю себя.

Слушала неботошнит. Затем стало интересно, как выглядит исполнитель. Ужасно запал в душу, и видеоролики, там где он на улице поет прекрасны. Печально то, что он умер год назад… и слово "печально " не со всем то слово, чтобы охарактеризовать мое нынешнее состояние.