Любими моменти

[noxious]

bran van 3000 - drinking in l.a.

 

Give us a ring-ding-ding! It's a beautiful day.

 

Yeah Todd, this is Liquid ring-a-ding-a-dinging, want those three Bran Van tickets man. Waddya think? Todd, you there?

 

I woke up again this morning with the sun in my eyes,

When Mike came over with a script surprise.

A Mafioso story with a twist,

A "Too Wong Foo, Julie Newmar" hitch,

Get your ass out of bed, he said:

I'll explain it on the way.

 

But we did nothing, absolutely nothing that day, and I say:

What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?

I got the fever for the flavour, the payback will be later, still I need a fix.

 

And the girls on the bus kept on laughing at us,

As we rode on the ten down to Venice again.

Flaring out the G-Funk,

Sipping on a juice and gin,

Just me and a friend.

Feeling kinda groovy,

Working on a movie. (Yeah right!)

 

But we did nothing, absolutely butkis that day, and I say:

What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?

 

With my mind on my money and my money on my... Beer, beer!

 

I know that life is for the taking, so I better wise up, and take it quick.

 

Yeah, one more time at Trader Vic's.

 

Some men there wanted to hurt us,

And other men said we weren't worth the fuss.

We could see them all bitching by the bar,

About the fine line, between the rich and the poor.

Then Mike turned to me and said:

"What do you think we got done son?"

 

We've got a conclusion, and I guess that's something, so I ask you:

What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?

I got the fever for the nectar, the payback will be later, still I need a fix.

 

We need to fix you up, call me Monday and maybe we'll fix it all up.

 

Hell-A-L.A., Hell hell-A-L.A.! ...

 

So I ask you:

What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?

 

Hell-A-L.A., Hell hell-A-L.A.

[Legop4o]

Стига бе, тая тема вече може да се използва като търсачка за текстове! Направо конкурирате гугъл! Стига вече с целите песни, пускайте само любимата ви част или нещо такова! Една голяма част от нещата се повтарят (даже едно някой го беше пуснал 2 пъти през 5 страници), а и само песни пускате. Не ми е интересно вече, няма да чета Както и да е, ето припева на Black Eyed Peas - Gone Going

 

And it's gone... gone... going...

Gone... Everything gone... Give a damn...

Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing...

Gone people... Up awkward with their things... gone...

[VeGor]

They say if you took it all away

This love would fall apart

I say, no way

You don't know the size of my heart.

 

Vicious, suspicious

It doesn't matter what I say

Users and losers

There's nothing here to make me stay.

 

Bloodstain on a blue vein

Take it with no shame

Love tracks on a loose train

Bloodstain

 

No gain with no pain

My scars are deeper than you think

Tie me, try me

One more time before I sink.

 

Big lies, big times

This love is not what we're about

It's too late, and I'm too straight

It's time to blow this fire out.

 

Bloodstain on a blue vein

Take it with no shame

Love tracks on a loose train

Bloodstain on a blue vein

 

Take me softly

I'm going crazy for your touch.

 

Bloodstain on a blue vein

(Blue....blood, blue....blood, blue...blood)

Take it with no shame

(No...take, no...take, no...take)

 

Не е цялата, само любимата ми част е

[Grimjaur]

Slow, Slow

I want to give you

a piece of myself

I want to smell you

from your skin to your veins

I want to lick all your body

and suck all your neck

and then what?...

 

Slow, slow

my eyes are lost in your soul

Slow, slow

I need to break inside your bones

in your snow, your snow

my legs turn cold, my arms turn warm

And slow, slow

Your naughty words are not enough.

 

Your hand caressing

my face, all my head

my shaking tongue

makes you laugh

makes you cry

and for a second

I think that

it makes a crime.

 

If you whisper words

I'll be deaf, I'll be blind

if you sing a song

I'll be feeling your respite

if you take a breath

I'll just be thinking to stay inside.

 

I want to bite you

and nibble your breast

I wish to find

all your fears, all your facets

I need to rape

all the secrets you have inside.

 

Dies Irae

 

When Autumn Storms Come

Nightchildren bring my words

Howling them through the dark

The time is here for my return

With the shadows I walk

Twilight shrouds the earth

As always when I'm here

Night spreads her wings for me

They call me father

 

I Have Come To Reap

 

Flowers wither where I walk

Dying of my caress

Summer sheds her tears

As I kiss her to her death

Pulling her dying remains

Into my cold embrace

No more colors but mine

Exquisite and foul are they

 

I Grant You My Dead Seed

 

My heart is made of thorns

I spread my frost as a monument of my rebirth

I bear stormwinds in my soul

And I scatter these storms to enslave the earth

 

Autumn Is My Name

 

 

Naglfar

[sincity]

KORN

 

Twisted Transistor

 

Hey you, hey you

Devil's little sister

Listening to your twisted transistor

Hold it between your legs

Turn it up, turn it up

The wind is coming through

Can't get enough

 

A lonely life

Where no one understands you

But don't give up because the music do

Music Do! (x6)

 

Because the music do

And it is reaching inside you, forever preaching

Fuck you 'till

Your scream's a whisper

Hang on you

Twisted transistor

 

Hey you, hey you

Finally you get it

The world ain't fair, eat you if you let it

And as your tears fall on

Your breast, your dress

Vibrations coming through

You're in a mess

 

A lonely life

Where no one understands you

But don't give up because the music do

Music do! (x6)

 

Because the music do

And it is reaching inside you, forever preaching

Fuck you 'till

Your screams a whisper

Hang on you

Twisted transistor

 

Music Do! (x4)

 

Hey you, hey you

This won't hurt a bit

THIS WON'T HURT A BIT!

THIS WON'T HURT!

Says who says who?

anesthetize this bitch

ANESTHETIZE THIS BITCH!

ANESTHETIZE!

Just let me be

Between you and me don't fit

 

Because the music do

And it is reaching inside you, forever preaching

Fuck you 'till

Your scream's a whisper

Hang on you

Twisted transistor

[Aquila]

Обичам само теб,

твоите дълги игли.

Пронизващи само мен,

скорпион с лилави черти.

Ти мислиш за отровата в мен.

Някой ти е казал, нали?

Ако искаш да вярваш на тях,

махни се от пътя ми!

Танцуват скорпионите

своите мрачни игри.

Отрова нямат те,

ела и не се плаши.

На брега на морето са

кристалните светове.

Един бог със сребърни пръчици

спокойно сам яде.

Обичам само теб

твоите студени очи.

Пронизващи само мен

човекът със лилави черти.

Някъде в мен останаха

мяукащи котки - лъжи.

Но античния вятър студен

ми каза, че това си ти.

Скорпионите танцуват сами.

[BlackWinterDay]

Motley Crue - If I Die Tomorrow

 

I wake up to find myself

After all these years

And where all the time has gone

Still seems so unclear

'Cause there's no one else

Since I found you

I know it's been so hard

You should know

 

If I die tomorrow

As the minutes fade away

I can't remember

Have I said all I can say?

You're my everything

You make me feel so alive

If I die tomorrow

 

It brings out the worst in me

When you're not around

I miss the sound of your voice

The silence seems so loud

'Cause there's no one else

Since I found you

I know it's been so hard

You should know

 

If I die tomorrow

As the minutes fade away

I can't remember

Have I said all I can say?

You're my everything

You make me feel so alive

If I die tomorrow

 

I spent all my life

Looking for our innocence

I've got nothing to lose

One thing to prove

I won't make the same mistakes

Now I know

That everything will be ok

When I die tomorrow

 

If I die tomorrow

As the minutes fade away

I can't remember

Have I said all I can say?

You're my everything

You make me feel so alive

If I die tomorrow

You make me feel so alive

If I die tomorrow

If I die tomorrow

[Aquila]

Влизам тихо

в мойта стая

и се свивам

на кълбо.

Аз съм змия

и не желая

да говоря

с никого.

Кожата неща

да сменям

през последния

сезон,

само тихо

ще мечтая

за отминал

слънчев стон.

Рисковано е

да открия

моя истински

портрет,

по-добре

да си отида,

за да бъде

всичко в ред.

А езикът ми

ще съска

както никога

преди

и зъбът

отрова гъста

с твойта плът

ще сподели.

Никой,

никой

и днес

не пожела

живота си

да свърже

с една

студена змия.

Аз съм останал

сам от своя вид

и съм безсмъртен,

като бог велик.

 

Нова Генерация

[E.T.]

U2-Acrobat

 

Don't believe what you hear

Don't believe what you see

If you just close your eyes

You can feel the enemy

When I first met you girl

You had fire in your soul

What happened your face

Of melting in snow

 

Now it looks like this

And you can swallow

Or you can spit

You can throw it up

Or choke on it

And you can dream

So dream out loud

You know that your time is coming 'round

So don't let the bastards grind you down

 

No, nothing makes sense

Nothing seems to fit

I know you'd hit out

If you only knew who to hit

And I'd join the movement

If there was one I could believe in

Yeah I'd break bread and wine

If there was a church I could receive in

'Cause I need it now

 

To take a cup

To fill it up

To drink it slow

I can't let you go

I must be an acrobat

To talk like this

And act like that

And you can dream

So dream out loud

And don't let the bastards grind you down

 

What are we going to do now it's all been said

No new ideas in the house and every book has been read

 

And I must be an acrobat

To talk like this

And act like that

And you can dream

So dream out loud

And you can find

Your own way out

You can build

And I can will

And you can call

I can't wait until

You can stash

And you can seize

In dreams begin responsibilities

And I can love

And I can love

And I know that the tide is turning 'round

So don't let the bastards grind you down

[sincity]

I saw an angel in blue jeans today

I felt that she melted all my bitterness away

You always tried so hard to hide your wings behind your coat

So let it be and let them free

So you can't hoover low above the ground

 

You look so tired you've got moonbeams in your eyes

And if I believed I know you'd be the first to fly

You always tried so hard to hide your wings behind your coat

So let it be and let them free

So you can't hoover low above the ground

 

I'll find sunshine sometime soon

How can I miss anything about you

When I don't even know what your name is

I feel like I know you as well as I know the sun

So please tell me where is my sunshine now

 

I'll find sunshine sometime soon

How can I miss anything about you

When I don't even know what your name is

I feel like I know you as well as I know the sun

So please tell me where is my sunshine now

 

How can I miss anything about you

When I don't even know what your name is

I feel like I know you

As well as I know the sun

And I wonder where is my sunshine now

 

Maroon 5 - Angel in blue jeans

[Aquila]

Аз гледам към теб.

Но ти не ме виждаш.

Защото съм втори.

Първи е моят приятел.

 

Аз не мога да надхвърля

неговото присъствие.

Не мога никога да те достигна.

Дори в живота си

много да искам.

 

Неговото лице

ясно спокойно свети.

Той е красив победител.

Първи достигна кристалите.

 

Аз съм втори.

Лицето ми е паднало

и раздрано от съмнения.

Но никой не го вижда.

 

Дори когато говориш с мен

ти пак не ме различаваш.

За теб аз съм бялото на листа

а той е рисунката.

 

Моето присъствие

е без значение в живота ти.

А сърцето ми се радва само

на милувките на сибирския вятър.

 

Ти обичаш него.

Той теб не обича.

Аз обичам двамата.

Мен никой не обича.

 

Нова Генерация

[snejko]

Тома Марков

Нямаш идея колко ме зарадва. Томчо е много готин тип и би бил наистина щастлив, че го четеш и му се радваш.

И...наистина си купувайте неговите неща.

Ето и нещо малко, което той посвети на мен (фук-фук:

 

Снежко, внимавай!

Твоята котка е бомба.

Когато мърка

тя тиктака.

[PSYCHOSIS]

 

Do you believe there is a part of yourself, deep inside in your mind, with things you don't want other people to see?

[ov3rm4n]

Нямаш идея колко ме зарадва. Томчо е много готин тип и би бил наистина щастлив, че го четеш и му се радваш.

И...наистина си купувайте неговите неща.

 

One more time:

 

Тома Марков

мислите на г-н Риба
след разочарование от фр.трио

на Б. Минков

о те забравиха че
от невидимата котка
е видима само усмивката
увиснала под мустаците

и тяхното свирене бе
по-вчерашно
и от слабата бира
изпита снощи

тези които останаха да
ги слушат са празни
по-празни
от празни увеселителни влакчета

малцината които
отплуваха бяха:

из-
 пушени риби

от-
 веяни риби

из-
 пуснати риби

[Aquila]

The Firstborn

 

Call them the Firstborn. Though they were not remotely human, they were flesh and blood, and when they looked out across the deeps of space, they felt awe, and wonder – and loneliness. As soon as they possessed the power, they began to seek for fellowship among the stars.

In their explorations, they encountered life in many forms, and watched the workings of evolution on a thousand worlds. They saw how often the first faint sparks of intelligence flickered and died in the cosmic night.

And because, in all the Galaxy, they had found nothing more precious than Mind, they encouraged its dawning everywhere. They became farmers in the fields of stars; they sowed, and sometimes they reaped.

And sometimes, dispassionately, they had to weed.

The great dinosaurs had long since passed away, their morning promise annihilated by a random hammerblow from space, when the survey ship entered the Solar System after a voyage that had already lasted a thousand years. It swept past the frozen outer planets, paused briefly above the deserts of dying Mars, and presently looked down on Earth.

Spread out beneath them, the explorers saw a world swarming with life. For years they studied, collected, catalogued. When they had learned all that they could, they began to modify. They tinkered with the destiny of many species, on land and in the seas. But which of their experiments would bear fruit, they could not know for at least a million years.

They were patient, but they were not yet immortal. There was so much to do in this universe of a hundred billion suns, and other worlds were calling. So they set out once more into the abyss, knowing that they would never come this way again. Nor was there any need: the servants they had left behind would do the rest.

On Earth, the glaciers came and went, while above them the changeless Moon still carried its secret from the stars. With a yet slower rhythm than the polar ice, the tides of civilization ebbed and flowed across the Galaxy. Strange and beautiful and terrible empires rose and fell, and passed on their knowledge to their successors.

And now, out among the stars, evolution was driving towards new goals. The first explorers of Earth had long since come to the limits of flesh and blood; as soon as their machines were better than their bodies, it was time to move. First their brains, and then their thoughts alone, they transferred into shining new homes of metal and gemstone. In these, they roamed the Galaxy. They no longer built spaceships. They were spaceships.

But the age of the Machine-entities swiftly passed. In their ceaseless experimenting, they had learned to store knowledge in the structure of space itself, and to preserve their thoughts for eternity in frozen lattices of light.

Into pure energy, therefore, they presently transformed themselves; and on a thousand worlds, the empty shells they had discarded twitched for a while in a mindless dance of death, then crumbled into dust.

Now they were Lords of the Galaxy, and could rove at will among the stars, or sink like a subtle mist through the very interstices of space. Though they were freed at last from the tyranny of matter, they had not wholly forgotten their origin, in the warm slime of a vanished sea. And their marvellous instruments still continued to function, watching over the experiments started so many ages ago.

But no longer were they always obedient to the mandates of their creators; like all material things, they were not immune to the corruption of Time and its patient, unsleeping servant, Entropy.

And sometimes, they discovered and sought goals of their own.

 

Arthur C. Clarke,

3001: THE FINAL ODYSSEY

[noxious]

See the stars come joining down from the sky

Gently passing they kiss your tears when you cry

See the wind the summer blow your hair upon your head

See the rain, the falling rain, it's great

Still I'm sad

 

All my sounds my tears just fall into days

They are driving the night will find they are lost

Now I found the wind is blowing time into my heart

When the wind blows hard we are apart

Still I'm sad

 

See the stars come joining down from the sky

Gently passing they kiss your tears when you cry

See the wind the summer blow your hair upon your head

See the rain, the falling rain, it's great

Still I'm sad

 

Still I'm sad

Oh heart, I'm sad

Still I'm sad

Oh heart, I'm sad

[Aquila]

Do It

 

I'm walkin' downtown

No lookin' around

'Cause I'm a fool and a half

Blessed and beaten by love

 

I walk in the direction

But then I stop the action

'Cause when I try to do it

My heart is gone, I blew it

 

Do it...do it...

 

I'm going on and on, just on and on

Just walkin', talkin', not a winner at all

I'm boozing, losing, getting out of control

She dances hip-hop, she's on the top

I'm still a fool and a half, blessed and beaten by love

 

Do it...do it...

 

I'm walkin' back home

Keep lookin' around

Still a fool and a half

Blessed and beaten by love

 

She walks in my direction

Why don't she start the action

I got no guts to do it

And then she's gone, I blew it

 

Do it...do it...

 

Yello

[kopche]

- Вие сте просто логичен - каза невъзмутимо Теди.

- Какво съм? - попита Никълсън прекалено учтиво.

- Логичен. Давате ми напълно редовен, интелигентен отговор. А аз исках да ви помогна. Питахте ме как излизам от измеренията си. Трябва да ви кажа, че когато правя това, не прибягвам до логиката. Логиката е първото нещо, от което трябва да се отървете.

Никълсън махна с ръка късче тютюн от езика си.

- Знаете ли Адам? - попита го Теди.

- Кого да знам?

- Адам от библията.

Никълсън се засмя.

- Не го познавам лично - каза сухо той.

Теди се подвоуми.

- Не ми се сърдете. Вие ми зададохте въпрос и аз се...

- Не ти се сърдя, бога ми.

- Добре - каза Теди. - Той седеше изтегнат на шезлонга, но главата му беше обърната към Никълсън. - Нали знаете ябълката, която Адам изял в райската градина - за това се говори в библията. Знаете ли какво е имало в тази ябълка? Логика. Логика и разум. Само това е съдържала тя. Мисълта ми е, че ако искате да видите нещата такива, каквито действително са, трябва да повърнете тази ябълка. Повърнете ли я, тогава няма да ви смущават разни парчета дърво и други такива. Няма да мислите непрекъснато, че това свършва тука, онова тука и така нататък. И тогава ще разберете какво всъщност представлява вашата ръка - ако това ви интересува, разбира се. Схващате ли какво искам да кажа? Следите ли мисълта ми?

- Да - отговори накъсо Никълсън.

- Бедата е там - продължи Теди, - че повечето хора не желаят да видят нещата такива, каквито са. Те дори не желаят да престанат непрекъснато да се раждат и умират. Те непрекъснато искат нови тела вместо да кажат веднъж "край" и да останат при бога, където наистина е много хубаво. - Той се замисли. - Никога не съм виждал такава сган от любители на ябълки - заключи той и завъртя глава.

 

Дж. Селинджър - "Теди"

 

Между другото, не знам дали на някой друг му прави впечатление, но тази тема е малко безсмислена, ако не се опитваме да си кажем мненията за постнатите преди нас неща. Не да се правят литературни анализи, но поне да се сподели кой какво е харесал в дадения текст, какво му е направило хубаво или лошо впечатление, кои са най-силните места, дрън-дрън.

Иначе става като... сигурно всички сте забелязвали едни огромни ламарини, обикновено ги има покрай строежите и са облепени отгоре до долу с плакати; в крайна сметка се получава една стена от послания, от които няма особен смисъл, защото, натрупани просто така, не достигат до никого.

А темата предразполага! Колко въпроси само изникват от един пост! Нали затова са любими!!!

[Aquila]

Take Me With You

 

You want to begin again. Pretend you're innocent.

If you believe, you can convince yourself. I'm sure you can convince yourself.

 

This town never gave you much back. Just rumors and a whispering attack.

This town is not your friend. Never mind the loose ends.

 

Take me with you when you go now. Don't leave me alone.

I can't live without you. Take me with you, take me with you when you go.

 

And I don't care about the things I leave at home.

Cause things can't really keep you company when you're alone now.

 

You want to burn your bridges? I'll help you start the fire.

You want to disappear? I got the manual right here.

You say you want my help? I can't help myself.

You want my help? I can't help myself.

 

Take me with you when you go now. (take me with you take me with you)

Don't leave me alone. (don't leave me alone)

I can't live without you. Take me with you, take me with you when you go.

 

Take me with you when you go now. (take me with you take me with you)

Don't leave me alone. (don't leave me alone)

I can't live without you. Take me with you, take me with you when you go. Ahh.

(take me with you take me with you)

 

You want to begin again. Pretend you're innocent.

If you believe. You can convince yourself, I'm sure.

You can convince yourself.

 

Take me with you when you go now. (take me with you take me with you)

Don't leave me alone. (don't leave me alone)

I can't live without you. Take me with you, take me with you when you go. Ahh.

Take me with you when you go now

[GeorgiK]

Между другото, не знам дали на някой друг му прави впечатление, но тази тема е малко безсмислена, ако не се опитваме да си кажем мненията за постнатите преди нас неща. Не да се правят литературни анализи, но поне да се сподели кой какво е харесал в дадения текст, какво му е направило хубаво или лошо впечатление, кои са най-силните места, дрън-дрън.

Иначе става като... сигурно всички сте забелязвали едни огромни ламарини, обикновено ги има покрай строежите и са облепени отгоре до долу с плакати; в крайна сметка се получава една стена от послания, от които няма особен смисъл, защото, натрупани просто така, не достигат до никого.

А темата предразполага! Колко въпроси само изникват от един пост! Нали затова са любими!!!

 

Има много вярно в тая работа с коментарите. Аз лично съм ЗА. Най-добре ще е мисля, да се отвори нова тема, защото тая вече е достатъчно задръстена. Но нека да видим, дали идеята се одобрява изобщо де...

[VeGor]

Yello

 

Еба ти, дори не съм приемал за евентуална възможност тук да има някой, който да ги слуша...

 

 

I never knew how much I loved you

I never knew how much I care

so I play

Vicious games

vicious games

with different names

different names

Vicious games

vicious games

with different names

different names.

I was afraid to go on with it

afraid to see

so I closed my eyes.

Vicious games

vicious games

with different names

different names.

I never knew how much I loved you

I never knew how much I care

I just play

Vicious games

vicious games

with different names

different names. . . .

Now that you're gone and you have left me

I had to learn

I had to learn how much it hurts

To play those vicious games.

Vicious games

vicious games

with different names

different names. . . .

Vicious games

vicious games

with different names

different names.

[BlackWinterDay]

The Cult - Painted On My Heart

 

I thought you’d be out of my mind

And I’d finally found a way to learn to live without you

I thought it was just a matter of time

Till I had a hundred reasons not to think about you

 

But it’s just not so

And after all this time, I still can’t let go

 

I’ve still got your face

Painted on my heart

Scrawled upon my soul

Etched upon my memory, baby

 

I’ve got your kiss

Still burning on my lips

The touch of my fingertips

This love so deep inside of me, baby

 

I’ve tried everything that I can

To get my heart to forget you

But it just can’t seem to

 

I guess it’s just no use

In every part of me

Is still a part of you

 

And I’ve still got your face

Painted on my heart

Scrawled upon my soul

Etched upon my memory, baby

 

I’ve got your kiss

Still burning on my lips

The touch of her fingertips

This love so deep inside of me, baby

 

I’ve still got your face

Painted on my heart

Painted on my heart

Painted on my heart, oh baby

 

Something in your eyes keeps haunting me

I’m trying to escape you

And I know there ain’t no way to

To chase you from my mind

 

I’ve still got your face

Painted on my heart

Scrawled upon my soul

Etched upon my memory baby

 

I’ve got your kiss

Still burning on my lips

The touch of my fingertips

This love so deep inside of me, baby

 

I’ve still got your face

I’ve still got your face

Painted on my heart

Painted on my heart

[sincity]

Your heart is not open, so I must go

The spell has been broken...I loved you so

Freedom comes when you learn to let go

Creation comes when you learn to say no

 

You were my lesson I had to learn

I was your fortress you had to burn

Pain is a warning that something's wrong

I pray to God that it won't be long

Do ya wanna go higher?

 

Chorus:

There's nothing left to try

There's no place left to hide

There's no greater power than the power of good-bye

 

 

Your heart is not open, so I must go

The spell has been broken...I loved you so

You were my lesson I had to learn

I was your fortress

 

Chorus:

There's nothing left to lose

There's no more heart to bruise

There's no greater power than the power of good-bye

 

Bridge:

Learn to say good-bye

I yearn to say good-bye

 

Chorus:

There's nothing left to try

There's no more places to hide

There's no greater power than the power of good-bye

There's nothing left to lose

There's no more heart to bruise

There's no greater power than the power of good-bye

 

Madonna - The power of goodbye!

[RiMy_SuN]

Beautiful

Creed

 

She wears a coat of color

Loved by some, feared by others

She's immortalized in young men's eyes

 

Lust she breeds in the eyes of brothers

Violent sons make bitter mothers

So close your eyes, here's your surprise

 

But Beautiful is empty

Beautiful is free

Beautiful loves no one

Beautiful stripped me

Stripped me

Stripped me

Stripped me

 

In your mind she's your companion

Vile instincts often candid

Your regret is all that's left

 

She told me where I'm going

And it's far away from home

I think I'll go there on my own

I think I'll go there on my own

She told me where I'm going

And it's far away from home

I think I'll go there on my own

I think I'll go there on my own

 

But Beautiful is empty

Beautiful is free

Beautiful loves no one

Beautiful stripped me

Stripped me

Stripped me

Stripped me

Stripped me

Stripped me

[Aquila]

Няколко любими момента от един прекрасен филм.