Džiaugiuosi galimybe klausytis Jurgos dainų. Jos unikalios, nešančios šviesą savyje, turi gydomąjį poveikį. Kiekvienas esame pažinę suirusių santykių, sudaužytos širdies skonį ir Jurgos dainos, kaip meilės kompresas, švelniai padeda ištransformuoti skausmą ir vėl įsileisti džiugesį, randa kuo pasidžiaugti, vėl sugrąžina į šviesą, į gyvenimą, į gerumą, į meilę...tai nuostabu. Dėkui ir te toliau skleidžiasi, miela Jurga, Tavo širdies gėlė ir Tavo unikalus balsas tai išdainuoja pasauliui
Pagaliau atsirado nauju geru dainu, nes kazkaip atsibodo atlikejos nauji ieskojimai, nors aisku jai prie sirdies,bet klausytojas suranda is karto ,,gerus gabalus". Sekmes Jurgai
Manęs nenustoja stebint, kaip Jurga sugeba pasiekt giliausią sielos tašką ir kilstelt šiek tiek aukščiau realybės. Kažkur ten, kur tikriau ir arčiau Dievo. Ačiū.
visa Jurgos kuryba ir atlikimas yra kazkas tokio... nera ir kolkas mebuvo tokio lygio atlikejo Lietuvije, turiu omeny ne vien sita daina. Aciu tau uz muzika kuri verta tikro demesio, manau greitai tapsi klasika...
+Jane Thompson I tried my best. :) My sleds speaks to me, I listen About the road, about the night, the brightest With the small violets, in the deep winter, from clay Maybe waiting, maybe will love now, maybe at least today By my little road, flying, little white horses By my little road, crawling, thousands, little grass-snakes My river is flowing, throwing little stones Laughs going and pours out a small tiers My thule, in the night seems, outside the window As if waiting, like screaming, I ask How to love, where to find him, as forever I've been crying, and she smiles, at night and in the morning By my little road, flying, little white horses By my little road, crawling, thousands, little grass-snakes My river is flowing, throwing little stones Laughs going and pours out a small tiers Every night, again, I commit But every morning, to your doors, I slip again Every night, again, I commit But every morning, to your doors, I slip again Running fast, my fast little legs Stops my little heart, by simply seeing you With black I'm whitening, in the middle of the winter And in the day and night my little head hurts By my little road, flying, little white horses By my little road, crawling, thousands, little grass-snakes My river is flowing, throwing little stones Laughs going and pours out a small tiers Running fast, my fast little legs Stops my little heart, by simply seeing you
It always surprised me why people so often guess we speak russian, since the two languages have virtualy nothing in common neither in structure, nor ethymology or history (except for the few slang and curse words left over from the many occupations by the big R, haha) I suppose it sounds similar to an unfamiliar person but it is hard for me to imagine, since i’ve been speaking one since birth and only learned the other quite recently
