meekh - зарисовка на вечер - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The sunset cling to the edges of this city while we were sitting on shops with specks., Persisters. The glare threw it the appearance was undressed. Kipsi fluttered saying "Dawi on the pedals instantly." There is a lot for what to spin the ball earth. Sky is spring, the sun gives the heat. Our policy is looking for ways of Joshrenna, stealing, thrown, throws a bet on black. What we have achieved and what it is worth achieving. Do you turn off, you don't put the knitting needles into the wheels. While there is a dream on the side of the sloth, I exhale fresh breeze you are a bitterness. But there is no dough, torture a Schengen visa and hide, they disappear here, trying to be broken out. And either you or you are not otherwise delivered. Will these days, drink happiness diluted.

I go fucking rain goes

Think myself, you want it easier. There is a lot and believe, the hope of the deliver. Choose that, no choose this. There are few plots, here to someone summer hopelessness under the ban. The morning pleases the dawn, no noise of waves, not salted wind. And who do not seek those of those who are guilty of this, for what time we again rushing over the answer. The main thing is to be myself and adhere to the rules. Maybe it is also a newly creator of the Creator. Yes, life takes a little taking back. Well, Aga is a little and stupid. Well, the heart knocks, it means there is a pleasant, trying to understand not clearly saying in vain. Beam records .. like money being pro. In the fact that the soul wishes. Fug