Немного музыки моей мечты. Выбор рандомно упал на the Pillows, "Another morning". 1998 год. Как я хотела бы делать такую музыку)...
Под катом - перевод текста на английский.Another morning.
I was crying and at my wits' end
In the corner of the toystore, I realized
That my mom had disappeared
A stranger kindly
Talked to me, but
I barely heard them
There are still
Unbearable things
That make me feel
The same insecurity now
But no matter how lonely I am
No one will come to get me
There won't be
Any missing child announcement
There's no promise on the other side of the door
But I'll go
The morning of my rebirth has come
In a daze, I peddalled my bike
Racing to the distant sports ground
Both of us together on one bike
We didn't have anything, but it was fun
Every day was like that
I thought it would never change
Your smiling face
Fills the thick pages of my photo album
Now you're so far away
And lately you haven't even written
Today is the birthday of a new me
I'm going to take a photo, so come on over
We'll make a beatufiul memory
Don't blow out the candles
The morning of my rebirth has come
Another morning
Happy rebirthday