Odchadzam na 4 mesiace do Grecka, tak som tu chcel este dake moje experimenty hodit.. Dve su take skor bonusovky, lebo jednu hram na klaviri (aj to na pocitacovom programe.. a samozrejme v zivote som hral na klavir asi tri razy..) a druha je anglicka folkova pesnicka, ktoru som si prerobil a je to iba taka akordovka..

Prva piesen je (Not a) Rain (that i knew) . Je to o tom ked sa clovek vrati niekde po velmi velmi dlhom case a zisti ze sa setko zmenilo.  

On those fields of corn...
That clear and caseful wind...
You could see an unicorn,
if you have a native mind.
 OOh, my lord, ooh, my lord, this is not a rain that i knew.
On those mute trees
that´s one defenceless breed...  
  OOh, my lord, ooh, my lord, this is not a rain that i knew.  

Druha piesen je Vampires. Osobne sa mi velmi paci.. :D je to psychadelicka piesen o upiroch..

B::   There they are...
        flying under stars.
        Want to taste the blood.
        Then throw the body on some sod.
                     aaaaaaaaaah         uuuuuuuuuhh
Vampires..
                                               Dont be afraid!! Dont be afraid now!!
                                               Its too early...
(SEPOT:::  )
When they´ll land,then you should consider a suicide or find some weapon to fight.
They´re not merciful. THey have only thirst,they dont care about your wishes or dreams... Pray fot not being the first, who will die in their cursed hands, which lost connection with God a long time ago. Take a cross and gun, fight with devils´s servants, maybe its useless, cause for them...you are just an ant. But still... they´re just flying, they havent landed yet... 

Tretia piesen je Not anymore. Je to o sobotnajsom rane, ked si clovek prisaha ze uz nikdy nepije.... :D .
Text je:
                                 I dont want to drink. Not anymore. 

Stvrta piesen(taka skor ze bonusova :D )  sa vola Bold grenadier. Je to anglicka folkova piesen, taka akordovica je to..  Text je: 

As I was a walking one morning in May
I spied a young couple a makin' of hay.
O one was a fair maid and her beauty showed clear
and the other was a soldier, a bold grenadier.

Good morning, good morning, good morning said he
O where are you going my pretty lady?
I'm a going a walking by the clear crystal stream
to see cool water glide and hear nightingales sing.

O soldier, o soldier, will you marry me?
O no, my sweet lady that never can be.
For I've got a wife at home in my own country,
Two wives and the army's too many for me.

Piata piesen (tiez taka skor bonusova. :D ) sa vola Northern hills. Je to uspavanka na dobru noc.. :D .Je to vlastna piesen,ale hrana na klaviri v pocitaci, a hrat na klavir samozrejme neviem :D je to cisty experiment... Text je: 

FROM THOSE NORTHERN HILLS BACK TO THE CITY...THE ROAD IS DIRTY AND YOU ARE ALONE.     I WOULD LIKE YOU TO JOIN ME,  WE CAN TALK ABOUT EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE.

FROM THOSE NORTHERN HILLS     THE ROAD IS MELANCHOLIC       I WOULD DRINK SOMETHING...AND I AM NOT AN ALCOHOLIC.

fROM THOSE NORTHERN HILLS BACK TO THE CITY...WHY AM I EVEN GOING BACK??            i NEED SOME ALCOHOL TO RAISE MY SPIRIT,  CAUSE I FEEL A LITTLE BAD...