Give me soul, you my memory.
All that is left behind is our enemy.
The smell of life, the life flavory
Control over my life - this my family
Каждая осень превращается в минор ,а я
Умело гибнул в проворатах, слепит взор маяк.
Оковы порваны, в карманах ветер кроет матом
Мою иронию, где вновь останусь виноватым
Где я, рубит оковы людей моя душа, шо панацея.
Прогревая криками злодея. где я.
Не перебитые боссы - ликоклонники морфея.
Разрывали брюхо лицезрея
Где я, рубит оковы людей моя душа, шо панацея.
Прогревая криками злодея. где я.
Не перебитые боссы - ликоклонники морфея.
Разрывали брюхо лицезрея .
Моя мелодия - скисла, моя бравада ненавистна.
Моя душа над пропастью нависла.
Ты ворвалась без стука - небылица
Ты самый сладкий гром в моей жизни - невольный принцип
Моя мелодия - скисла, моя бравада ненавистна.
Моя душа над пропастью нависла.
Ты ворвалась без стука - небылица
Ты самый сладкий гром в моей жизни - невольный принцип
Give me soul, you my memory.
All that is left behind is our enemy.
The smell of life, the life flavory
Control over my life - this my family
Give me soul, you my memory.
All that is left behind is our enemy.
The smell of life, the life flavory
Control over my life - this my family
Give me soul, you my memory.
All that is left behind is our enemy.
The smell of life, the life flavory
Control over my life - this my family
Give me soul, you my memory.
All that is left behind is our enemy.
The smell of life, the life flavory
Control over my life - this my family
Give me soul, you my memory.
All that is left behind is our enemy.
The smell of life, the life flavory
Control over my life - this my family
Every autumn turns into a minor, and I
He died skillfully in the turns, the lighthouse dazzles the eye.
The shackles are torn, the wind covers your pockets with obscenities
My irony, where I will again remain guilty
Where am I, my soul cuts through the shackles of people, it is a panacea.
Warming up with the screams of the villain. Where I am.
Bosses that are not killed are Morpheus' worshipers.
They tore apart the belly of the beholder
Where am I, my soul cuts through the shackles of people, it is a panacea.
Warming up with the screams of the villain. Where I am.
Bosses that are not killed are Morpheus' worshippers.
They tore apart the belly of the beholder.
My melody is sour, my bravado is hateful.
My soul hangs over the abyss.
You burst in without knocking - a lie
You are the sweetest thunder in my life - an involuntary principle
My melody is sour, my bravado is hateful.
My soul hangs over the abyss.
You burst in without knocking - a lie
You are the sweetest thunder in my life - an involuntary principle
Give me soul, you my memory.
All that is left behind is our enemy.
The smell of life, the life flavory
Control over my life - this my family
Give me soul, you my memory.
All that is left behind is our enemy.
The smell of life, the life flavory
Control over my life - this my family
Give me soul, you my memory.
All that is left behind is our enemy.
The smell of life, the life flavory
Control over my life - this my family
Give me soul, you my memory.
All that is left behind is our enemy.
The smell of life, the life flavory
Control over my life - this my family
