Широка страна моя родная,ты это слышал я знаю Но ты не поймешь не увидив то что мы видим парень Моя страна не широка она огромна И я могу сказать что
I know I'm not there to hold you Look up, see the sky that I do You make me the happiest of men I am the happiest of men And if God takes me before you
I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care if I'm old I don't mind, I don't mind, I don't mind, I don't mind, don't have a mind
Too late, the melody is over The joke seems to be on me cos I'm the one not laughing Down here on the floor Deflate, the mystery of living In the
You say Where is my believer? Waiting for the sign Those feet off the ground Where the stands in the air and the skies go wild Tattered and torn, your
Cold sweat – there's something on I don't know yet Thoroughly making my mind mad, I'll jump onto this Fast train, ruling my life on the fast lane, being
Делаем шире круг, ну-ка, пацаны, позовём подруг. Делаем громче звук, чтобы веселились все вокруг. Делаем в два дольше стук. В воздухе тысячи рук. Парни
Ноганно: "Это парень в чистом виде Ноггатина Пусть не платиновые продажи, зато уважуха от приятелей Будь внимательней, отличай охуительное от хуятины
Now I can't behave I feel it in my feet on the streets But don't you know? There's something I can feel when I breathe I told you once You're breaking
The water is wide, I can not get over And neither have I wings to fly Give me a boat that will carry two And both shall row, my love and I Where love
What's your line this time, Cerebral Man Whenever you walk through my door, I start to sweat I'm falling in slow motion, and I'm losing control And the
Art attacks from subway walls Sprayed like bullets into concrete face Everywhere you turn, knuckles are crackin' Suburban monkeys break ghetto habits
Standin' in the doorway Forgot to say one thing You've always had the power To lift my wings I know, I shouldn't need so much An' we could say goodbye
Lately I been wastin' this hard, hard life Seems like nothin' ever turns out right The day's too short, the nights too long Meet you in the middle if
People walkin' 'round, all lost and confused Ready to throw their lives out in the gutter Ain't no love between 'em, father to son Man to woman, brother
We were the children of '45 Loaded like pistols and taught how to die We looked the enemy straight in the eye (And never surrender) Through trenches
Movin' light, dream machinery Crashin' in through my balcony, oh no I shout down the line but could not get through 'Cause the telephone never rings when
Sweet Melissa, I often pray for you I hope your suffering was brief I hope the angels that watch over all little children Came for you and took you someplace
