In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains
This is Žiga. Yes, both of them are Žiga, and again, no Photoshop. This is done with two flashes, much like the photo directly below or this photo from a while ago. The lyrics above just fit the photo, you can figure out the song on your own :-) Oh, and the photo was taken on Rožnik, the hill above Ljubljana's Tivoli park (on a completely unrelated note - I can't believe Wikipedia has a page on Rožnik).
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