надежда И как вернуть веру в бога, что была у меня прежде? На закат смотреть, мечтать о полях, А не на друзей,шакалящих в центре на кумарах. Зима началась
She wastes her days away She sinks her teeth into her dead end job Long since had given up on Childhood dreams All the things that she could have become
: Move slowly Beyond the colors of my eyes Move slowly Into the corners of my mind Rising like the Pegazus Each and every one of us Released Islands
Move slowly Beyond the colors of my eyes Move slowly Into the corners of my mind Rising like the Pegazus Each and every one of us Released Islands in
