I remember when I saw Arlina at a cafe in Kaunas. She is so great. I love her music, O cannot quite understand all the words but the music is beautifull and what I understand is beautifull too :) She's the best!
Ghosts Babies cry when drunkards die Their souls become the saddest of ghosts They lie beneath the bed and shout: 'It's us!' But nobody is searching, and nobody finds them. Garden sparrows play among trees of mountain ash A street sweeper dances amidst a stench of foul trash Clocks strike the hour, they themselves are struck Until time is up for me For me, for me.
Kūdikiai verkia, kai miršta girtuokliai jų sielos pavirsta liūdniausiais vaiduokliais jie guli po lova ir rėkia: „tai mes!” tik nieks jų neieško ir nieks jų neras Žvirbliai kiemeliuose groja šermukšniu kiemsargis šoka tarp dvokiančių šiukšlių laikrodžiai muša, sumuša juos kol laiko nelieka mano namuos mano namuos, mano namuos
