Дождь за окном моим Умывает жизнь, изменяет мир. Грусть на склоне дня - Ты без меня один... Я нарисую дом: На краю реки мы с тобой вдвоём. Но твои слова
Слово – серебро, молчание – золото, понимание – платина Но люди, жадины, друг другу редко платят им Поэтому плевать, что говорят они – их треп не показатель
Lazy flies all hovering above The magistrate, he puts on his gloves And he looks to the clouds All pink and disheveled There must be some blueprints,
mis dнas sin ti son tan oscuros tan largos tan grises mis dнas sin ti mis dнas sin ti son tan absurdos tan agrios tan duros mis dias sin ti mis
Во дворе моём цветёт акация, А я утром доллары нашла, нашла! У меня сегодня менструация Значит: не беременная я! Ой, девоньки! А я шла, шла, шла, я по
Lazy flies all hovering above The magistrate, he puts on his gloves And he looks to the clouds, all pink and disheveled There must be some blueprints
Soon I woke when I was sleeping with a restless reaching feeling but did not know what I was reaching for. I got up and started walking, but soon found
The rain on the ground The empty town Nothing is left in the lost and found Hot sun, buzzin' flies Hurtin' head, squinty eyes Look at me and how I've
Now that I've used up all my ideas Here in my little house by the sea I search for a usable memory But none comes to me In grade one, my teacher could
EYE FLYS I lay like you I feel the same Eye flys like you In touch between In fact it's moon Don't blame the rain That brings you here And ask yourself
Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter A hole in the screen door big as your fist And flies on the butter Mama baking sugar cookies, we were watching cartoons
Little field mice living under the house Never eating much, tough life for a mouse And if you think you're gonna be spared You're wrong Field mice, head
Find a piece of happiness, on a rainy day These higher are ablaze Could we ever stop the bid on earth Built it up inside nowhere left to hide Memories
A war zone in the streets, it's anarchy and siege We hope it goes away Graffiti on the walls in modern Babylon Nothing left to save Ooh, feel the rebels
In the cold hard light of day Do you like the face you see? Ain't it hard sometimes to say That your eyes have atrophied? Because the heart is a slippery
Hey? Quienes son Eliel Don El Rey, El Rey Amanecio bajo las alas de la muerte (de la muerte) Aquellos brazos de hombre que la aprietan fuerte (fuerte
Two and two make three But only when I scream All the other times two and two make four And that's the time I think Reflect on what I know Open up the