One little snowflake with nothing to do.
Along came another and
Then there were two.

Two little snowflakes laughing with me.
Along came another, and
Then there were three.

Three little snowflakes looking for some more.
Along came another, and
Then there were four.

Four little snowflakes dancing a jive.
Along came another, and
Then there were five.

Five little snowflakes having so much fun.
Out came the sun, and
Then there were none!

Islom.

CIAO!!!

~~~Istoria pro dvuh druzey, idushih v pusti'ne~~~

V odin moment oni posporili i odin iz nih dal poshechinu drugomu, posledniy, chuvstvuya bol', no nichego ne govorya, napisal na peske:
'Segodnya moi samiy luchshiy drug dal mne poshechinu'
Oni prodoljali idti, i nashli oazis, v kotorom oni reshili iskupat'syta. Tot, kotori'y poluchil poshechinu, edva ne utonul i ego drug ego spas. Kogda on prishel v sebya, on napisal na kamne:
'Segodnya moi samiy luchshiy drug spas mne jizn''.
A tot kto dal poshechinu i kotoriy spas jizn' svoemu drugu sprosil ego:
'Kogda ya tebya obidel, ti' napisal na peske, a teper' ti' pishesh' na kamne'
' Warum? Why? Porque?'
Drug otvetil: - Kogda kto libo nas obijaet, mi doljni napisat' eto na peske, chtobi vetri mogli steret' eto. No kogda kto-libo delaet chto-libo horoshee, mi' doljni' vigravirovat' eto na kamne, chtobi nikakoy veter ne smog bi' steret' eto.

So, nauchis' pisat' obidi' na peske i gravirovat' radosti na kamne.

All the best,
Islom.

Evol. A sharp blade that cuts through heaven. Hits you hard on the face. A concrete wall to cling on, to climb with only the aid of your nails. The scratching hurts, it deafens maybe. Once on magic mountain you will though smile. Don't look back, laugh, and stay. It all goes around and comes around. A table cloth abruptly pulled away, china plates shatter into bits, as does glass and all the rest when it is thrown into the air becoming soon-forgotten particles that confuse amidst rotting garbage. All that remains on the empty table is a lonely white rose. That is evol. Who you are, is written on its petals, is spoken within its thorns. It is there that it all begins and will end, over and over again in a carousel. Along its stem you may find your way home or forever may get lost. Like blood that knows its way back and forth, from the brain to the heart, then one day, exhausted, the pulsation terminates. Blue and black, rain and louds. You can run, but cannot hide.

CIAO!!!

~~~Istoria pro dvuh druzey, idushih v pusti'ne~~~

V odin moment oni posporili i odin iz nih dal poshechinu drugomu, posledniy, chuvstvuya bol', no nichego ne govorya, napisal na peske:
'Segodnya moi samiy luchshiy drug dal mne poshechinu'
Oni prodoljali idti, i nashli oazis, v kotorom oni reshili iskupat'syta. Tot, kotori'y poluchil poshechinu, edva ne utonul i ego drug ego spas. Kogda on prishel v sebya, on napisal na kamne:
'Segodnya moi samiy luchshiy drug spas mne jizn''.
A tot kto dal poshechinu i kotoriy spas jizn' svoemu drugu sprosil ego:
'Kogda ya tebya obidel, ti' napisal na peske, a teper' ti' pishesh' na kamne'
' Warum? Why? Porque?'
Drug otvetil: - Kogda kto libo nas obijaet, mi doljni napisat' eto na peske, chtobi vetri mogli steret' eto. No kogda kto-libo delaet chto-libo horoshee, mi' doljni' vigravirovat' eto na kamne, chtobi nikakoy veter ne smog bi' steret' eto.

So, nauchis' pisat' obidi' na peske i gravirovat' radosti na kamne.

All the best,
Islom.

Album: Live from Albertane (1998)
(I. Hanson/T. Hanson/Z. Hanson/B. Mann/C. Weil)

When you have no light to guide you
And no one to walk beside you
I will come to you
Oh I will come to you
When the night is dark and stormy
You won't have to reach out for me
I will come to you
Oh I will come to you
Sometimes when all your dreams may have seen better days
And you don't know how or why, but you've lost your way
Have no fear when your tears are fallin'
I will hear your spirit callin'
And I swear I'll be there come what may

(Repeat Chorus)

'Cause even if we can't be together
We'll be friends now and forever
And I swear that I'll be there come what may
When the night is dark and stormy
You won't have to reach out for me
I will come to you
Oh I will come to you
We all need somebody we can turn to
Someone who'll always understand
So if you feel that your soul is dyin'
And you need the strength to keep tryin'
I'll reach out and take your hand

(Repeat Chorus)