Текст песни KROKOT - Memory
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Give me soul, you my memory. All that is left behind is our enemy. The smell of life, the life flavory Control over my life - this my family Каждая осень превращается в минор ,а я Умело гибнул в проворатах, слепит взор маяк. Оковы порваны, в карманах ветер кроет матом Мою иронию, где вновь останусь виноватым Где я, рубит оковы людей моя душа, шо панацея. Прогревая криками злодея. где я. Не перебитые боссы - ликоклонники морфея. Разрывали брюхо лицезрея Где я, рубит оковы людей моя душа, шо панацея. Прогревая криками злодея. где я. Не перебитые боссы - ликоклонники морфея. Разрывали брюхо лицезрея . Моя мелодия - скисла, моя бравада ненавистна. Моя душа над пропастью нависла. Ты ворвалась без стука - небылица Ты самый сладкий гром в моей жизни - невольный принцип Моя мелодия - скисла, моя бравада ненавистна. Моя душа над пропастью нависла. Ты ворвалась без стука - небылица Ты самый сладкий гром в моей жизни - невольный принцип Give me soul, you my memory. All that is left behind is our enemy. The smell of life, the life flavory Control over my life - this my family Give me soul, you my memory. All that is left behind is our enemy. The smell of life, the life flavory Control over my life - this my family Give me soul, you my memory. All that is left behind is our enemy. The smell of life, the life flavory Control over my life - this my family Give me soul, you my memory. All that is left behind is our enemy. The smell of life, the life flavory Control over my life - this my family Смотрите также:Все тексты KROKOT >>> |
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Give Me Soul, You My Memory.
All that is left behind is our enemy.
The Smell of Life, The Life Flavory
Control Over My Life - This My Family
Every autumn turns into a minor, and I
He died skillfully in wires, the lighthouse blinds the gaze.
The shackles are torn, in the pockets the wind covers with obscenities
My irony, where I will remain guilty again
Where I am, chop the shackles of people my soul, sho panacea.
Warming up with the cries of the villain. Where I am.
Not broken bosses - Morpheus licocracles.
The belly was torn to the gyrend
Where I am, chop the shackles of people my soul, sho panacea.
Warming up with the cries of the villain. Where I am.
Not broken bosses - Morpheus licocracles.
The belly was torn to the gyrend.
My melody - it was speaking, my bravado is hated.
My soul hung over the abyss.
You burst without knocking - fable
You are the sweetest thunder in my life - an involuntary principle
My melody - it was speaking, my bravado is hated.
My soul hung over the abyss.
You burst without knocking - fable
You are the sweetest thunder in my life - an involuntary principle
Give Me Soul, You My Memory.
All that is left behind is our enemy.
The Smell of Life, The Life Flavory
Control Over My Life - This My Family
Give Me Soul, You My Memory.
All that is left behind is our enemy.
The Smell of Life, The Life Flavory
Control Over My Life - This My Family
Give Me Soul, You My Memory.
All that is left behind is our enemy.
The Smell of Life, The Life Flavory
Control Over My Life - This My Family
Give Me Soul, You My Memory.
All that is left behind is our enemy.
The Smell of Life, The Life Flavory
Control Over My Life - This My Family
