Оригинальный текст песни Sweater Weather – The Neighbourhood All I am, Is a man, I want the world, In my hands. I hate the beach, But I stand, In California with my toes in the sand. Use the sleeves of my sweater, Let's have an adventure. Head in the clouds, But my gravity's centered. Touch my neck, And I'll touch yours, You in those little high waisted shorts. She knows what I think about, And what I think about, One love. Two mouths. One love. One house. No shirt. No blouse. Just us. You find out. Nothing that we don't want to tell you about, no. Cause it's too cold, for you here, And now so let me hold both your hands in, The holes of my sweater...

Как купить туристическую путевку дешевле История Гуантанамо Первые заключенные были доставлены в тюрьму Гуантанамо 11 января 2002 года. Это были выходцы из Афганистана. Людей поместили в решетчатые клетки, которые остались здесь со времен операции "Морской сигнал" 1994 года...