اینجا یه سره بند کردم به chris de burgh گوش دادن ... خیلی خوبه ... در واقع تنها چیزیه که یه آدم تنها مثل من می‌تونه توی یه اتاق ساعت‌ها گوش کنه و یه کم آرامش بده ... خیلی چیزای دیگه رو که قبلا توی تهران گوش می‌دادم اینجا بعد از یه مدت عصبی می‌کننم... آخه اونجا بطور میانگین هر یه ساعت یه بار از بیرون یه صدای کنش یا واکنشی از یه موجود زنده به آدم میومد ...

بعضی‌هاش رو خیلی حال می‌کنم:

<- The last time I cried ->
.....
The last time I cried, I was sitting home,
And it was deep in the night,
Staring at the shadows and the flickering lights,
Giving all that I had, to take them away,

<- Oh My Brave Hearts ->
...
Oh my brave hearts, we must leave this land tomorrow,
We can't live here anymore,
And in the quiet hours, we talk before the dawn.

And the old hearts, they are calling from the shadows,
Telling us we must not go, oh but we cannot fight
...

<- A woman's heart ->
...
A woman's night is filled with dreaming,
Of the perfect man, who may not be you,
If we don't see what she's been missing,
Could be the biggest mistake that a man can make;
...

<- The Traveller ->
...
And where the traveller goes, nobody knows.
Where the traveller goes, nobody knows.
...
Bring a bottle of whiskey landlord, I want to talk for a while
And where the traveller goes, a cold wind blows.
Where the traveller goes, a cold wind blows
...
With this man I must talk, with this traveller I go,
With this man I must talk, yes with him I must go.
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