iSound

Hello! I'm Rocklady, maybe we'd met sometime, somewhere on some chat-places, and now, you can get to know some truth things about me. Be sure, I like music, it's my life. I like to talk, I like to make texts, I like to play my el.guitar and bass. Now, open your ears, and listen my songs! Have a good day! The songs are on my mother-language and its hungarian language, but here, I shall translate the songs to english for you, to know what are the songs about. Tributed to my ancients My anciens didn't have crest, They lived in a little hut in love. Use to sit on and old bench When summer sunsets comes. (...twightlight...) Under the shadow of an old mulberry tree. When the cold days comes warmness of the old oven, and scilent music-voice heath their harts. My grandpa' readed fairy tales, he sings nice melodyes, to give a little hope for poor people now his love-full hart is sparkling high up on the sky. My ancients didn't have crests They lived with love, in their little hut. ...