remorse. Try to contain every ounce of sorrow. Our hearts have no room for this. I am made of anger. There's a proportion to be met between escape and
of sorrow, our hearts have no room for this. I am made of anger. I am made of anger. There's a proportion to be met between escape and defense.
Превод: Девил Веарс Прада Соундтрацк. Бекство.
once of sorrow, our hearts have no room for this. I am made of anger. I am made of anger. There's a proportion to be met between escape and defense