Ñíåã ìåä Lyrics & Chords By Стук Бамбука в Xi Часов

Under the wakeful moon, Fire fleeing for all the stars are burnt. Dance to the Sun. And on a pliable field, You'll crop well if he won't infere. We'll dance to the Sun. ...read more

Straight to the lord of overstock Who spoke for the millionth turn "Don't be late for the superdeal, we'll save you a lot And take every cent you earn" Following tips,...read more

You make me want to give You make me want to learn You make me want to shut up and wait my turn You make me feel high You make me feel low You make me want to tell all I...read more

stirring at water's edge cold froth on my twig my mind in whirls wanders around desire may i, can i or have i too often craving miracles may i, can i or have i too often...read more

I dreamt I was as cool as flies A telephone ringing in the heart of the moon I dreamt I tasted a legion of faces Drank valleys dry Picked up strippers in Jericho "Dangerous!" cry...read more