od Fingon u Uto Avg 19, 2003 10:43 pm
Oni su bash imali dar sa sa malo rechi kazu mnogo toga. Evo jedna chejenska pesma iz vremena nadiranja belaca u njihove zemlje.
Evo dolaze i propinju se
dolaze sa besnom njiskom
dolazi narod konja
evo dolaze i propinju se.
Prava je shteta shto od Chejena nije ostalo neshto vishe od ovakvih pesama.
I evo pesma smrti Kiova:
Nash zivot je kratak
vechne su samo
zemlja i planine.
Cheers!!!
Let the Sunshine In!!
Nute Gunray, viceroy of the Trade Federation, stood trembling in an alcove, blood-tinged tears streaming down his green-mottled cheeks. "The war...," he whimpered. "The war is over—Lord Sidious promised—he promised we would be left in peace..."
"His transmission was garbled." The blade came up. "He promised you would be left in pieces.''