ae
Still night ,
And she lovely
Still myself, but maybe not
Hope died , died , and all the saints in my eyes
And predictor got it wrong
not predicted
Not that picture , I wanted to see a gallery of life
Do not dream about the opportunities ahead
Previously, I dreamed of visiting the sky , closer to God
Now I understand that grew poorly believe in portrait
People need an incentive , there is now an incentive
it was no use , but only it was no
I believe in myself but not enough
Sometimes , only sometimes
Someone near and believes in me
With all the forces trying not to disappoint
Grunts , grumbles and rages floats time in balmy
I am unable to change the past
Look ahead
Think about this
Specified, distant ,
Country, live the second day
and Viger no incentive not start no end
road on her band ,
two sides
probably good and evil
always loved to walk on the flat
as alcohol control
turned to the left minefield
the right flat, dull uncomfortable
all schimyat not push shield friend
the Ponte Saints
Well, everyone has their own way shirt
The road is a leash of association of the world
There are puddles of mud
and is quiet and peaceful
And sometimes quietly and peacefully
ae
Still night ,
And she lovely
Still myself, but maybe not
Hope died , died , and all the saints in my eyes
And predictor got it wrong
not predicted
Not that picture , I wanted to see a gallery of life
Do not dream about the opportunities ahead
I was not looking when plus death
In life, some minuses trust
Tonish tone , say that tonish
I'm drowning , and you drown
ask why
And I answer
Yes, because the sins weighing tone
And not help anyone
Call for help
Not who will not come
Not because you can not hear your cries
And because these cries are all used
And it does not matter
Drown you , Pasha , Masha
A child or who are older
They do not care
And believe you do the same
It does not matter that he was younger,
it does not matter that it is below
His devotion in the eyes ssyschish
You will not find true and
All do not believe
You are so out of it
And the fact that you recently born
Not to say that a long time will have to wait for death
you are so out of it
you let me out of it
ae
Still night ,
And she lovely
Still myself, but maybe not
Hope died , died , and all the saints in my eyes
And predictor got it wrong
not predicted
Not that picture , I wanted to see a gallery of life
Do not dream about the opportunities ahead