Ты замети мои мысли,заглушая кругом, На простыне улетай под навесным потолком, Дрожи,дрожи,дыши в моих руках и тихо замри И отрывайся,зая,слышишь,от огромной
Your breath is sweet Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky. Your back is straight, your hair is smooth On the pillow where you lie. But I don't sense
I like the sound of St Petersburg bells banging in my head The night train rattle and shake and rumble through that cabin bunk bed Now Sigmund said something
На часах 7:30, еще один впустую потраченый вечер Но на сегодня хватит, к черту мысли о вечном Сотовый в сторону, все же ясно, белым по черному Я слегка
1Полные ботинки одиночества. Написанное матом в подъезде пророчество: Ты протянешь руки к солнцу, А оно не улыбнётся. Среди унылых дней нам только остаётся
There's a coffee stain around your eye and lines that I don't recognize Everything changed from being okay, the night that you came home so late I knew
Ich fahr' ein paar Tage zu Mama laß dir's gut geh'n bin bald wieder da. Das war'n deine letzten Worte draußen an der Gartenpforte Darling
I?m two cups into my coffee break I?m sitting alone in the cafe from the way reading all by myself I'm turning my cell off just to breathe 'Cause everyone
Out in the shiny night The rain was softly falling The tracks that ran down the boulevard Had all been washed away Out of the silver light The past came
It's early in the morning About a quarter till three I'm sitting' here talkin' with my baby Over cigarettes and coffee, now And to tell you that Darling
There's a full time reservation Made in a bar at the railway station. And there's a story, a kind of fable, On a card at the corner table. On it is a
The road, baby is tight, And we roll, baby, you know tonight. There's a full pie in the sky And it pulls, baby, you know to ride. It's fair because I
The coffee beanery was about to explode Or was it a field Nobody knows Nobody saw it coming But for days The forecast predicted frost The TV's radiated
A man escaped Jeffrey's embrace After being drugged at his grandmother's place He drank a cup of drug laced coffee Jeffery poured Then he ended up on
Do You Folks Like Coffee? Real Coffee, From the Hills Of Colombia? The Duncan awake You From A Thousand Deaths. A Cup Of blackened Blood. (Die, Die)
This is the ballad of The Sad Cafe It's a funny little place down Oklahoma way Where the cowpokes go to feel sad and blue And their cows and their
It's just a cup of coffee He's only passin' through There is nothin' more between us Than a memory or two I know what you're thinkin' But this time I