Idézős csilláut.
Shelley's "Ozymandias"
I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well…
Jóidő.
I want to be where the sun warms the sky, When it's time for siesta you can watch them go by. Beautiful faces, no cares in this world
Welcome to the soldier side there is noone here but me.