Imk iš gyvenimo viską. Bet dėl viso pikto, atsimink iš kur paėmei.
Something about love.
One night, the Moon said to me: – If he makes you cry, why don’t you leave him?
I looked at the Moon and said: -Moon, would you ever leave your sky?
But now, after all tears, I can say, that I’d understant that moon, if he decide to leave his sky…