Экзотический наигрыш Lyrics & Chords By Мурад Кажлаев

Love, to me, is like a summer day Silent 'cause, there's just too much to say Still, and warm, and peaceful, Even clouds that may drift by Can't disturb our summer sky I'll...read more

You go to my head and you linger like a haunting refrain And I find you spinning 'round in my brain Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne You go to my head like a sip of...read more