, Они убегают, я выхожу следом… Припев: Bistaiz (Жусип А.) Чистота пачкается, чистота плачет, Чистоту необходимо спасать, не иначе. Чистота в невинности, но она взрослеет, Чистота
Песня про чистоту Кто-то может, поймет, о чем я говорю Чистота в объёме океанов Формат альбомного листа В поездах, в облаках, в приобретенных навыках
Clean The cleanest I've been An end to the tears And the in-between years And the troubles I've seen Now that I'm clean You know what I mean I've broken
take a look at my life do you see what I need? (you) better give me the knife (you) better leave me to bleed I hate my lies - I hate myself I hate my
умереть(x4) вы все уставились, но вы нифига не видите что-то внутри меня (4) в тебе есть что-то, что я презираю(x3) чистота(x8)
I've got a handful of this What do I do with it? I've got a barrel of this What do I do with it? I do it clean, I do it clean Do it clean, do it clean
There was a time When crazy days would start with wine And now I tow a different line I stay in bed and use my loaf instead of my bread And stroll on
First Verse (Pimpstress): Look here Baby Boo, let me give it to you Let me show you all the things that this girl can do Your World I wanna rock, wanna
If it weren't for your maturity none of this would have happened If you weren't so wise beyond your years I would've been able to control myself If it
If it weren't for your maturity None of this would have happened and If you weren't so wise beyond your years I would've been able to control myself and
Clothed in the common and profane And the tendency for independence runs through every vein Self aware, bare before you at the water side Afraid to take
Spread you mind the fish feed But don't ignore my speech, my heart bleeds Make yourself the perfect butt Some passing thought, I don't know what But
[originally written and performed by Depeche Mode] Clean The cleanest I've been An end to the tears And the in-between years And the troubles I've
Everybody's asking why he couldn't adjust Adjust to what? A dream that bust? He was a clean-cut kid And they made a killer out of him That's what they
Well there's one kind of flavor I'll ask for you Well there's one kind of flavor I'll ask for you There's just one kind of flavor I'll ask for you You
Pushed down the stairs - built of coffins Morbid fear - in the dungeons Tied to the rack - knife across your breasts Beaten and strangled - brutal shattered
Let me tell you about a soul who loves disaster The night comes clean and then he dreams of going faster He deals with angels one on one and gets his
