Мастер Теребоний - Бесконечная история - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The first day, the hue of the morning, it is not there, if not dead, go away from endless sleep, a child for goodbye ...

The place of murder is declared, examining the body can guess that life is sinking a spit in the face, they removed the dream and took the soul.

From the waterproof, hammer the window, the memory was a moment, I am to love to the station ultimately, flowers on the stove well, and the scarlet drink overnight.

He took the newspaper 25, what the hell! Today is 26E.

A new place value, did not sleep, yes, it seems so. Your mother, the body quartered and wrote the "Sansary Wheel".

I saw a glimpse of my eyes - yesterday's killed, he should be a corpse! My brain will be powdered by the world.

Something is not something - like a groundhog day. Trying to live, try to stay to live in the next day, time stop is a source of troubles.

And just now. And only now I understand, all this is D # RM # was and gossip on their mercy, the whole of this long end marks as an occupant time.

But broken mechanism and sacrifice are countless.

Her grave will make her ears, sounds that would like to not hear, they only drive, chase at a slow dance is a tango with a ghost.

Listener in shock, our whole memory is a runoff from the dark to pair rounds, but the topic gives to stuff in a coma, I book ideas as DC comic.

Knife through your back, you will die slightly quickly.

For days of the 31st day.

5:55 - I hear the rustle outside the window.

6 hours and I'm already killed.

The killer goes to the courtyard, a neighbor shoot him.