Ýëëà Lyrics & Chords By культура курения

Били мне в морду словами, а я как умел, так и жил . Напиваюсь я пьяным, так за это меня не суди . Вырос...read more

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Beating bright and in the eye, the isles of the body they turn. They are shaped by the flood, the onset of a blindness. Leeched, and wearied, unfolding somewhere else. It is gone...read more

And so everything ended Maybe my grip was not so safe And your hand slowly slipped from mine My tears have spilled into the river Where the memory of us seems to be still...read more

Каждый день просыпаться снова Стряхивать тени ночного бреда В свете далёкого и чужого Дремлет...read more