С восьми утра, до десяти — подвиг.
The crow....
What would there be
As the river of sadness turns into sea
Could there be
Another thousand stories like you&me
Wanted a heart, wanted a soul
More than anything else in this world
But we are doomed our flesh in won
I would never give in.
Just like the moon does
We rise' n 'shine' n 'fall
Over you that I rise 'n' shine 'n' crowl
Victims aren't we all.
What would there be
Beyond the eyes of Brandon Lee
Could there be
A revenging angel left to blood
Wanted a truth, wanted a faith
More than anything else in this world
But we are doomed body and soul marooned
I would never give in.
Just like the moon does
We rise' n 'shine' n 'fall
Over you that I rise 'n' shine 'n' crawl
Victims aren't we all.
What would there be
As the river of sadness turns into sea
Could there be
Another thousand stories like you&me
Wanted a heart, wanted a soul
More than anything else in this world
But we are doomed our flesh in won
I would never give in.
Just like the moon does
We rise' n 'shine' n 'fall
Over you that I rise 'n' shine 'n' crowl
Victims aren't we all.
What would there be
Beyond the eyes of Brandon Lee
Could there be
A revenging angel left to blood
Wanted a truth, wanted a faith
More than anything else in this world
But we are doomed body and soul marooned
I would never give in.
Just like the moon does
We rise' n 'shine' n 'fall
Over you that I rise 'n' shine 'n' crawl
Victims aren't we all.