All blossoms die in the light of our new culture Find your belief in that which cannot be discovered Countless lessons lie in every fever dream A million
Превод: Том Т. Халл. Стара Пси и деца и лубеница Вино.
Превод: Стари и на путу. Ланд оф Навахо.
Превод: Стари и на путу. Стари и на путу.
Превод: Стари и на путу. Прасе у перо.
Превод: Стари и на путу. Миднигхт Моонлигхт.
As you walk down the street ? how often do you meet Some poor man whose life has life had grown old? His aged form is bent ? in his pocket not a cent
