...такая игра...кофе с утра... и можно жить...
Because of you...The scratches on my face...Will never be erased...By someone else's warmth...Because of you...The winter feeds my heart...While summer blows and burns...My disappearing youth...My love is gone...Never feel again...Because of love...I feel nothing...


@музыка: Skunk Anansie

@темы: Музло разного рода, My English affair