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SAKI
07 Фев 2004 04:02
Мнения: 1,016
От: Bulgaria
Еи-и-и и на ракията посегнаха, не ги е срам
jarret
07 Фев 2004 17:12
Мнения: 822
От: Burkina Faso
Ракията е по-добре да не я изнасят. Да си остане за нас
Sugar
07 Фев 2004 17:48
Мнения: 27
От: Bulgaria
Или да правим са износ сакЕ? Таман японците не са в ЕС и няма да бъдат, засега; или поне не преди китайците

А
SAKI
от саке ли идва?
Sugar
08 Фев 2004 00:06
Мнения: 27
От: Bulgaria
Ми ся?!?

Дай идея за спасения разни бе, Вокс Деи!

Кой друг, ако не ТИ?

Sugar
08 Фев 2004 00:45
Мнения: 27
От: Bulgaria
... граница со Албаниjа
?!? Она ни липсаше...

А ти знайш ли с кво граничи Албания напоследък? С Алабама, баламо! И откъм белата страна ем!

Щотууу...:

Alabama, Alabama,
We will aye be true to thee,
From thy Southern shore where groweth,
By the sea thine orange tree.
To thy Northern vale where floweth
Deep and blue thy Tennessee.
Alabama, Alabama
We will aye be true to thee!

2
Broad the Stream whose name thou bearest;
Grand thy Bigbee rolls along;
Fair thy Coosa-Tallapoosa
Bold thy Warrior, dark and strong.
Goodlier than the land that Moses
Climbed lone Nebo's Mount to see
Alabama, Alabama,
We will aye be true to thee!

3
From thy praries broad and fertile,
Where thy snow-white cotton shines.
To the hills where coal and iron
Hide in thy exhaustless mines.
Strong-armed miners--sturdy farmers:
Loyal hearts what'er we be.
Alabama, Alabama,
We will aye be true to thee!

4
From the quarries where the marble
White as that of Paros gleams
Waiting till thy sculptor's chisel,
Wake to like thy poet's dream;
For not only wealth of nature,
Wealth of mind hast thou to fee.
Alabama, Alabama,
We will aye be true to thee!

5
Where the perfumed south-wind whispers,
Thy magnolia groves among,
Softer than a mother's kisses
Sweeter than a mother's song;
Where the golden jasmine trailing,
Woos the treasure-laden bee,
Alabama, Alabama,
We will aye be true to thee!

6
Brave and pure thy men and women,
Better this than corn and wine,
Make us worthy, God in Heaven,
Of this goodly land of Thine;
Hearts as open as our doorways,
Liberal hands and spirits free,
Alabama, Alabama,
We will aye be true to thee!

7
Little, little, can I give thee,
Alabama, mother mine;
But that little--hand, brain, spirit,
All I have and am are thine.
Take, O take the gift and giver.
Take and serve thyself with me,
Alabama, Alabama,
I will aye be true to thee.

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