Джек-с-Фонарем - Химеры-Хранители - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Twenty no life, but solid schemes: a pile of mere and drawings. Here you will touch home with shifts - grow up in James, while Jay. Jacket, headphone with bad contact, torn sneakers, fire in the eyes - autumn for two misses the tact and climbs into your backpack. Summer ended - magic beads, tight gossip, saved forever, memory steps with a prompt trot, waiting for darkness in urban grass. It seems not to evil and drive - the nerves are steel, while they are gentle. But it always covers suddenly - bomb in squares and squares. We learned to various tricks - so that they did not dream and circus. Sorpim's care and enemy and a friend, the sky will be traveled on your shoulders. If you are strong while you are young - what are you grief and poverty? Only when the cold overtakes - God does not have a shield. This in the movie everything is easy and cracker - help friends, magic, thunderstorm ... Here on the window of the Ice Cork, and the blizzard of your eyes. If colorless, dark and scary, the output is not visible and for the mile. At one, who once entered the guard, will stand in their post. The old tram slows down with a moan, brightly sparkling in the darkness of the horns. Bag grab and run from home, who will have the right to scold you? Thoughts in the wind - easily and quickly, as if the foresroom will not add years ... So, they went to hell with their masters, quickly sit down and take a ticket. The sky is someone else's, his idols, beats the magic kaymo verse ... Even if you are somewhere the center of the world - can they save you? There are no bad things in EXHO, there are bad moths. I'm fifteen, and I'm in Looooh - who else remembers me? My death dwells in the bird, life appeals to us on "You" - Hey, and if you do not want to ride down the shimmering bridge? Order for the Order, and Brother for Brother, only rings in the depths of the string - the idea that it is time back - and there is your dark side. Mantle to remove, and pull the crown, scab with the door peephole; Throw a coin on the bottom of Huron to dreamed another time. In the world, the heather blooms, as not tasuy - at the top of the currency. Wherever you are, I hope here you can get up on the trail. The train flies, jammed the doors, in London it is cold in November. If the heart is not yet broken, is it important to be the brave? Gul headlines - "Wave of Terror", "The Criminal Proceeds of Lord", "Fight for Throne" ... Only what fate, Aurora, if seventeen, and you are in love? Cunning, brains, kindness, courage, is terribly, boy? Nice, whit ... You can not be with the Gryffindor flag to fight the shoulder to the shoulder. Old song, don't you know: friendship - and warrior, and conductor; The strongest of the spells is not in any of the forbidden books. The wand, the cage, by the shoulders of the strap, a little porch, throw in the fireplace - it's stupid all my life to wait for letters from the castle, you need to sit down to write. Here it is not a spell - soon the cartridges, the Magglovsky Code, the eternal rock ... Somewhere in the distance, the patronus is spinning the edges of your worlds. Old dreams are covered with shawl, someone's eyes save from bullets - I will plot alone, the map, soon, point to me. Since I came - it is not going anywhere, the lines on the walls will indicate the path. Wolf Trail Guards Childhood - So we will handle somehow. The trickle from the crane is - instead of river, teeth porously acute sword; The night of old fairy tales will last forever - or until you decide to silence. Who stands out - he is dangerous, it is better not to know anything about it ... But why does the bark and wet moss smell like in the annoying class? But why are the stronger signs, hands are more transparent and light? Strange songs sings tobacco, the ancient herbs will be buried in the boiler, the fingers of gray will slide carelessly, knits a canvas bag of braid ... If you can easily find hope, then you will bring her to the talisman. But why are the stronger signs, wind outside the windows of gray and quiet; All corridors lead to the wrong way - will the spirit of the Spirit go there? Let it be not easy and empty thresholds, truth, in general, is quite simple - here you become in the end, who you found the strength to become. lines from the book - longing, fun, let you tell you, they say that on that? The house never throws those who took, and once believed in the house. I know you will say - "just books", I'm not a fool, I give a report. There will be a favorite native face, it will be a support in trouble shoulder. There will be a reasonable hundred advantages that fate will arrive at one time; the full price of their illusion