Опять мне изба наша снилась: Лежу я в постели, больной, И мать надо мною склонилась, Ко лбу прикоснулась рукой. В окне - куст рябины, дорога, Река
[Intro:] Ay bra drop us off right here Right here the blue house bra Ay bra let's get in these bushes When that fuck nigga get here he gets it [Hook:]
Se nota el buen sabor en este aire azul El estilo de mis zapatos al caminar Buscando una extension un lugar para pisar Terrenos donde enchufar el magnetofon
I'll tell you in one sentence. The truth should not have broken you. You know I'd never turn away, Not in your darkest hour. I won't reiterate the immense
Engineers of the dead Architects of destiny A dying grace, a gift Our lives are saved by our own incoherence Tissues fabricated; produced by multimedia
This song right here, is dedicated to the president of the United States of America Y'all might know him as George Bush But where I'm from, lost city
(By Sandy Denny. U.F.O. Music, Inc. (C) 1972) I can't believe that it's so cold And there ain't been no snow. The sound of music it comes to me
It's so formless That's what's killing me Remorseless, relentless And it's endlessly this pressure On pleasures hard to find Its expression Walks amongst
She might come like a touch of something Half remembered well Like the first on the rains On a sultry day The furthest of stars Did you see her brightly
For all the waiting The moment's here Ripe and new Anticipating All these things we might do Oh my heart Unruly, foolish and true Undiscovered Like the
Hey, hey what became of you And change, had it changed your tune How long you wade inside the swirling swirling pool Just in your own way For miles,
Rain, rain on me I thirst only one desire Strange danger we Go dancing into the fray Where the water runs deep More than the flesh or the pleasure
Patience, hasty You'll race off the taste Of these precious times A scattered thing Won't pay you no mind Tell me, slowly They were the reasons That
pale luminescent face cumulescent grace now borne in shades of Ruinous Blue thin, like the river's wrinkled skin all the mirrors in the heavens already
You know, I've seen her eye to eye I've seen her in the flesh You could call it what you like A mood, a hunch, a guess Time travels at the speed of life
Love never listens Life don't have the time And it's some superstition Ambition's bitten junkie crimes What I'd rob from a stolen moment I'd sell for
The way you arch your back and comb your hair The way you only come when no-one else is there The way you look like you might know a secret There's not
You bite your lip and kinda frown You lost the plot, the time, all kind of stormy I see it coming, cross your brow See the rain come raging down before