Riana's birthday weekend in Greyton

dogs are better dogs are better dogs are best companions ever i dont hate their poo i want to be a dog too woof woof

[Verse] The sky is turning grey My time drifts away The shadows start to play As night swallows the day [Verse 2] Memories fade to black No turning back I walk the lonely track Feelings I can't unpack [Chorus] I will be dead by the evening No more hearts left for bleeding In the twilight I am leaving I will be dead by the evening [Verse 3] Whispers in the wind The silence settling in Counting every sin As the darkness does begin [Chorus] I will be dead by the evening No more hearts left for bleeding In the twilight I am leaving I will be dead by the evening [Bridge] No more tears to cry Just a final goodbye No more reasons why Just the end of the line

Dans l'obscurité, il s'agenouille, Sous les étoiles, dans ce lieu tranquille. Le poids du monde sur ses épaules, Jésus, en prière, s'offre sans parole. Dans le jardin de Gethsémané, Il a souffert pour notre humanité. Chaque douleur, chaque péché, Il les a portés, par amour infini. Des gouttes de sang perlent sur son front, L'angoisse et la peine, il les affronte. Le Fils de Dieu, dans sa pureté, Accepte ce calice, pour nous sauver. Dans le jardin de Gethsémané, Il a souffert pour notre humanité. Chaque douleur, chaque péché, Il les a portés, par amour infini. « Père, si tu le veux, éloigne cette coupe, Mais que ta volonté soit faite, non la mienne. » Son amour si grand, son sacrifice pur, Nous offre la vie, et l'espoir en retour. Dans le jardin de Gethsémané, Il a souffert pour notre humanité. Chaque douleur, chaque péché, Il les a portés, par amour infini. Ô Jésus, nous te remercions, Pour ta souffrance et ta rédemption. Dans le jardin, tu nous as aimés, Par ton sacrifice, nous sommes libérés.

[Verse] Gladio accenditur Mens in tenebris Solum pugna in cordibus Palmae in manibus [Verse 2] Noctis umbra iam Praeteritum vanum Animus non timet Venit veritas [Chorus] Lux et tenebrae Pugnare in aeternum Nemo scit finem Vincitur anima [Verse 3] Arma clangorem Auris impletur Gladium contra gladium Cruor effunditur [Bridge] Hostes certamini Mortem respicere Luncta fatum domat Ultima hora venit [Chorus] Lux et tenebrae Pugnare in aeternum Nemo scit finem Vincitur anima

Oh tuber, born of earth, in soil you thrive, From darkened depths to light, you do arise. Your flesh, both soft and firm, delights our lives, In endless forms you grace our tables, prized. In golden hue, the humble spud transforms, When cut and fried, your taste is heaven-sent. In every crispy bite, our hunger warms, A symphony of flavor, pure content. Beneath the masher's press, you yield so smooth, A creamy blend, with butter's touch, you sing. On plates you rest, our palates you do soothe, A comfort found in every bite you bring. Wrapped in your skin, you bake with tender care, A vessel hot, all steamy yums inside. With butter, cheese, and chives, a feast you bear, In simple form, where purest joys reside. From humble seed to fields where green leaves sway, You grow, unseen, beneath the sunlit sky. Through hands of farmers, brought to light of day, A gift to all, your worth can none deny.

Unbreakable Union of freeborn Republics, Great Nations has welded forever to stand. Created in struggle by will of the people, United and mighty, our Soviet land! Sing to the Motherland, home of the free, Bulwark of peoples in brotherhood strong. O Party of Lenin, the strength of the people, To Communism's triumph lead us on! Through tempests the sunrays of freedom have cheered us, Along the great path where great Lenin did lead. To a righteous cause he raised up the peoples, Inspired them to labour and valourous deed. Sing to the Motherland, home of the free, Bulwark of peoples in brotherhood strong. O Party of Lenin, the strength of the people, To Communism's triumph lead us on! In the victory of Communism's immortal ideal, We see the future of our dear land. And to her fluttering scarlet banner, Selflessly true we always shall stand! Sing to the Motherland, home of the free, Bulwark of peoples in brotherhood strong. O Party of Lenin, the strength of the people, T

[Verse] Maman tombe dehors Elle se lève lentement Sent l'herbe de son corps Ma maman tellement performante [Verse 2] Sa prothèse au bras Comme un robot elle marche Mais rien ne la fâcha Elle s'adapte sans tâche [Chorus] Maman est forte Robocop sous la peau Elle affronte ses sorts Avec courage et brio [Bridge] Elle me fait sourire Même quand elle trébuche Son esprit ne fléchit Ma maman ne broie du noir [Verse 3] Dans la vie elle avance Chaque chute est un exploit Comme une danse une chance Elle reste toujours là [Chorus] Maman est forte Robocop sous la peau Elle affronte ses sorts Avec courage et brio

[Verse] Shadows fall and time stands still Lonely nights and aching chills [Verse 2] Empty streets and silent cries Broken hearts don't tell no lies [Chorus] Tears fall down like pouring rain Echoes of our endless pain [Verse 3] Memories fade like morning mist Lips that long for one last kiss [Chorus] Tears fall down like pouring rain Echoes of our endless pain [Bridge] Dreams we had now torn apart Pieces of my shattered heart

[Verse] Midnight whispers in the breeze Silent stars and quiet seas Echoes of a long-lost dream In the moonlight's silver gleam [Verse 2] Footsteps soft on cobblestone Wandering through town alone Shadows cast by lanterns' light Guiding me through endless night [Chorus] Unspoken dream I hold you close In my heart where no one knows Through the night till dawn awakes With the stars my soul it fakes [Verse 3] Trumpet’s call out in the sky Melodies as tears we cry Bass line deep beneath the ground In its thrum my solace found [Bridge] Orchestra soars high and low Takes me where I long to go Strings and horns in harmony Paint a picture wild and free [Chorus] Unspoken dream I hold you close In my heart where no one knows Through the night till dawn awakes With the stars my soul it fakes

LES YEUX VERTS De ces yeux innocents aux nuances océanes a coulé, tu l'as su, tant de larmes amers, que leur teintes printemps a passé, c'est l'hiver. Et la marée s'en va, et l'iris se fane... Et la marée s'en va, par de là mes espoirs. L'émeraude aquatique lentement se consume, puis s'éteind, disparaît, me laissant dans la brume, sur le sable jauni de la mer d'ivoire. Et l'iris se fane, sans même avoir fleurie, comme une adolescente emportée par le vent en sa feuille trop sage, brisée par un tourment Elle ternit, se déssèche, et enfin se flétrie. On me dit que demain, volant de l'horizon, la vague vengeresse m'apportera la mer. Que des milliers de fleurs en mon cœur s'ouvriront en élevant l'hiver au sommet des saisons. Mais s'il y'a un enfer, je m'en garde la clé, pour chercher dans la nuit l'émeraude perdue et pleurer solitaire mon iris fanée que mes yeux océanes ont caressé mi nue.

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[Verse] Marble steps echo time Whispers in the olive grove Gods and heroes in rhyme [Verse 2] Columns stand tall against the sky Legends etched in stone Listen to the past's sigh [Chorus] Ancient stories breathe Through Parthenon's gleam History weaves its wreath [Verse 3] Sun and shadow play On Athena's sacred ground Eternal as the day [Bridge] Past and present blend Myth and memory entwine To this wonderland we send [Chorus] Ancient stories breathe Through Parthenon's gleam History weaves its wreath