subota, 03.08.2013.
Pjesma ili kako sam gledao Dead Poets Society
A lone ranger
rode through the night
A lone ranger
in all his might
A lone ranger
avoding the fight
A lone ranger
was all alone.
On his ride
he met no one
On his ride
he lost everyone
On his ride
was no sun.
A lone ranger at the end of a ride
was left with nothing except the gun..
