Снова эти серые дни. Прошу забудь о любви. Ты сможешь лучше найти, А я ведь тоже совсем один! Больно, немного холодно - уже не ново Опять быть одной,
DESSAR Cерая птица Куплет 1: Одиноко, я играю на гитаре в старом парке Патриарха, в лучах готической арки. Запах заварки вдалеке, сквозь
Улетела сказка вместе с детством, Спрятавшись за чопорной ширмой, Фея поспешила одеться, Я стряхиваю пепел в это небо... Нет, теперь не то время, Нет,
Первый вздох. Первый плачь и крик. первый шаг. Первое слово. Первая буква как первый знак. Первый класс. Первая драка. Первая чика. Первая сигарета. Первый
Серой кошкой на мягких лапах придёт тоска Прокрадётся неслышно в душу – прогонит боль Умирает неспетой песней огонь в руках До свиданья, моя королева
Догорает свеча в руке Am Каплет воск, обжигая ладонь Em Я всё жду, когда вдалеке Am Чёрный твой появится конь Em Звон подков полетит
I take these pills to make me thin I dye my hair, and cut my skin I tried everything, to make them see me But all they see, is someone that's not me
It's biting, it's teething, it's biting, I'm bleeding It's calling, it's crawling, it's calling and I'm falling The perfect sound of middle ground Pull
Rambling by a lonesome graveyard Everything I love is gone Weeping as they lay my darling 'Neath a cold gray tomb of stone In this world I?m left to
[Verse 1] Hey yo, you see me, rock with me Riskin to diss me Klaus Kinsky, 6' 3'', 2-60 In the wilderness, see this great white grizzly Out for blood,
You can count on many things to let you down You can take you plans And stick 'em six feet underground Wouldn't your time be better spent on days to
Over the land there lies a long shadow, westward reaching wings of darkness. The tower trembles, to the tombs of kings doom aproaches. The dead awaken
Yah yah hold up, hold up, hold up What the fuck you want before I open up this grey box? Nicky you know what I want I want that X Yeah but what kind
It's in Estonia, It's up the creaky stairway, Sat in the wicker chair, You know the one we used to share, And it's just the kind of thing that we don'
Eighteen and flying Like every great American Slept until sundown And baby your were wild enough fro me Rolled the night over In my '72 Nova Mexican
Cloud my eyes and tell me what to see I'm falling Every way I turn the same disease But I like it Brace myself and hit the wall with ease I'm colliding
Your sweet little hands Brush right past me Sometimes you don't understand Why you can't reach I bite when I don't want to bend How silent I can be So
Wait if everything's going great Can you remember a day to tell? If someone should wish you well Then there's a narrow chance All I want from you my
