Сон Холодного Лета Lyrics & Chords By The Fёrst

Mountains of molehills, A grapevine in my ear. Spots on the tiger, While the townspeople gather to hear, While the nest in my hand starves for ever. Sticklers for cheap fun, ...read more

When you opened your eyes on the world for the first time as a child; how brilliant the colors were; what a jewel the sun was; what marvel the stars; how incredibly alive the trees...read more

I barely know you from a stranger
But I here now ask the friend to talk
Nothing's quite as hard
As you've been on yourself just stay here Couldn't we all use the...read more

A little sleep, a little slumber A little folding of the hands Left you weak, left you hungry When there's supply you still demand You're beginning to drag the ones you...read more

He headed out to rub elbows with oysters today, What a special little sap, to think that pearls fall in your lap, Oh lord, Saw it coming, from miles away from where it's plain...read more