" I said "We'll do just one more ship", and he said AS/S And then he was all like "Yeah! Albus Severus/Scorpius is the best ship ever, because it's called AS
Перевод: Поцелуй Дракона саундтрек. Как если бы вы ничего не сказал [Craig Armstrong].
Now as we're flying across the sky Despair's dying as noone lies, winds let us go Storm, through we're chasing with mighty wings Deep salvation I feel
want to go to this dance I think I?d rather face the dragon I think I?d rather face the dragon I think I?d rather face the dragon I?d always rather face the dragon
Это реальный трек От реальных реалистов Про реальные расклады В реале Я не тру мы тру Я уверен на все сто, что Ты ты ты любишь лапать баб Ты ты ты ты
Это реальный трек От реальных реалистов Про реальные расклады в реале. Я не тру,мы тру Я уверен на все сто, Что ты-ты-ты любишь лапать баб, Ты-ты-ты
High as kite lighter than light you sit up there with nothing to loose taken it in refusin to move but I need to know Who stays who goes don'
Even Used To Like It When She Kissed Me On The Cheek I Really Used To Love It When We Chilled On The Beach Whilst Listening To Beats It Was Funny Takin A Drag
to waste Gotta keep on stackin', gotta keep on packin' Slackin' gonna get me hemmed up, posted up in the store With the blow, don't show no flow As long as
now I've found Nobody to take the blame Misery It's come to drag me away And when the hunter cries No alibis Get ready for judgement day As the candle
is fine ain't like either of us mind We still have soldiers that's on the front line That's willing to die for us as soon as we give the orders Never
around the rest of my life spit on And kicked and hit with shit, every time i sung Like r kelly as soon as "bump n' grind" comes on More pain inside of
like three rounds My pen 'bout as sharp as a dagger, walk with a swagger Tie your wife to the back of a black Jag and I drag her Ten blocks, untie the
: great wealth to share Work those oars : the wind is still no southern breeze our sail to fill the dusk is here and our bay is far the Dragon soon
, Spectral witch-song rides the gale, Black wings above the land of dreams, And silence haunts the nighted vale. Winged dragon coiled in thrice, Bane
Dragon's breath, mist of poison green Come yee flemes, a burning death, face the unseen Deep within the cave, lit p by the torch, a plae gleam As told