- published: 03 May 2014
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We is the nominative case of the first-person plural pronoun in the English language.
We or wee may also refer to:
Actors: Kiril Kirilov (producer), Valeri Yordanov (writer), Valeri Yordanov (director), Valeri Yordanov (actor), Ivan Barnev (actor), Galina Toneva (producer), Yana Titova (actress), Iva Gocheva (actress), Phillip Avramov (actor), Ivan Vladimirov (director), Svetlana Kirilova (editor), Marian Valev (actor), Vasil Draganov (actor), Ivo Arakov (actor), Kiril Dobrev (composer),
Plot: The story of a Summer shared by six young people. It all begins with their escapes from the bleak and dreary City. Each one of them escapes East of Hell... to the point farthest away, the sea coast, a clean and pristine beach. The clean beach brings them together and reopens the prospective of hope to them all. But is such an escape at all possible?
Genres: Action, Adventure, Drama,Actors: Jack Plotnick (actor), Casper Andreas (producer), Sam Pancake (actor), Alec Mapa (actor), Robin Byrd (actress), Alexander Hammer (producer), Alexander Hammer (editor), Brian Sloan (producer), Roddy Bottum (composer), Jesse Archer (actor), Jesse Archer (producer), Jesse Archer (writer), Jesse Archer (director), Marc Alan Austen (actor), Mich Lyon (producer),
Genres: Comedy, Short,Deep in the back of my mind is an unrealized sound
Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found
When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists
It's confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists
But the high has to rise from the low
Like volcanoes explode through the snow
The mosquito's sting brings a dream
But the poison's derange
The music must change
For we're chewing a bone
We soared like the sparrow hawk flied
Then we dropped like a stone
Like the tide and the waves
Growing slowly in range
Crushing mountains as old as the Earth
So the music must change
Sometimes at night, I wake up and my body's like ice
The sound of the running wild stallion, the noise of the mice
And I wondered if then I could hear into all of your dreams
I realize now it was really the sound of your screams
But death always leads into life
But the street fighter swallows the knife
Am I so crazy to feel that it's here prearranged?
The music must change
It's gets higher and higher
Smouldering like leaves in the 1
Then it bursts into fire
Its rhythm grows strong
It's so new and so strange
Like bells in the clouds, then again
The music must change
But is this song so different?
Am I doing it all again?
It may have been done before
But then music's an open door
Deep in the back of my is an unrealized sound
Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found
When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists
It's confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists
But the high has to rise from the low
Like volcanoes explode through the snow
The mosquito's sting brings a dream
But the poison's derange
The music must change
For we're chewing a bone
We soared like the sparrow hawk flied
Then we dropped like a stone
Like the tide and the waves
Growing slowly in range
Crushing mountains as old as the Earth