Tanvir's Favourites

Iđitguovssus girdilitHávski lei go iđistit Vilges dolggiid geigestit Várrogasat salastit Njukča, njuvččažan Buokčal, ligge varan Njukča, njuvččažan Ovdal iđitroađi Iđitguovssus girdilit Hávski lei go iđistit Jaskatvuođain savkalit Nuorravuođain njávkalit Njukča, njuvččažan Buokčal, ligge varan Njukča, njuvččažan Ovdal iđitroađi Riegádahte áibbašeami Oktovuođa váillaheami Flying in the dawn light The hazel grouse was at dawn White wings flashing The ptarmigans hiding Snipe, drumming Restless, circling around Snipe, drumming Before the break of day Flying in the dawn light The hazel grouse was at dawn Rustling in the silence Gliding in the youth Snipe, drumming Restless, circling around Snipe, drumming Before the break of day Born from eternity From the lack of unity

When you're alone and life is making you lonely You can always go downtown When you've got worries, all the noise and the hurry Seems to help, I know, downtown. Just listen to the music of the traffic in the city Linger on the sidewalk where the neon signs are pretty How can you lose? The lights are much brighter there You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares. So go downtown Things will be great when you're downtown No finer place for sure, downtown Everything's waiting for you. Don't hang around and let your problems surround you There are movie shows downtown Maybe you know some little places to go to Where they never close downtown. Just listen to the rhythm of a gentle bossa nova You'll be dancing with 'em too before the night is over Happy again The lights are much brighter there You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares. So go downtown Where all the lights are bright, downtown Waiting for you tonight, downtown You're g...

I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Ray-less, and pathless, and the icy Earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air; Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day, And men forgot their passions in the dread Of this their desolation; and all hearts Were chilled into a selfish prayer for light: And they did live by watchfires—and the thrones, The palaces of crownéd kings—the huts, The habitations of all things which dwell, Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed, And men were gathered round their blazing homes To look once more into each other's face; Happy were those who dwelt within the eye Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch: A fearful hope was all the World contained; Forests were set on fire—but hour by hour They fell and faded—and the crackling trunks Extinguished with a crash—and all was black. The brows of men by the despairing light Wore...

The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued.