Музыкальный секонд-хэнд - Creep - 2 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Like Child-Harold, sullen, languid \ in living rooms he appeared; \ Neither the gossip of the world, nor Boston, \ Neither a sweet look, nor a sigh of the immodest, \ Nothing touched him, \ He did not notice anything, - wrote about Tom York A.S. Pushkin. In the last issue, there was a swearing on the atmosphere of universal despondency of the 90s, in our case-in music; Today we'll see what this despondency is ...