While the wind is keeping on, when I feel to be all alone, in the crack of time I’m trying to survive but nothing seems good… I really hate to be a slave, to get away I must be brave, I need to burn the old ideas, I need to put flames to my fears, to do more than I could! Lighting, sparking, burning! Burn your flags, burn whatever dominates you! Burn your flags, no religion and countries for you! Embody your ideas to a new flag and set it in your mind as a drag. But when the time pass, it will be old and get smashed and will go into flames again!
Χρόνια σου Πολλά Φίλε μου Βίκτορα και Καλή Ανάσταση !!!
eyxaristo gia tin episkepsi sou! Kai esi simpatrioti grafeis oraia kai me stil! Kali dimiourgiki sunexeia kai kali epitixia se ayto kai se oti allo kaneis!
για την επισκεψη σου στη σελιδα μου..πασα κριτικη δεκτη φιλε μου! Αφου ετσι το ενιωσες, μην απολογεισαι. Καλη τυχη και στα δικα σου ονειρα..