Слова:
Siderartica Colours From The Land Of God

Sometimes I stop to wonder who?ll die before, whether the wind or the sun, the sea or the rain, the fire or God... My nerves under pressure. I keep

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Where I come from nobody knows And where I am going everything goes The wind blows, the sea floats Nobody knows and where I am going nobody knows

Now, unarmed you let the cold evening passing through yourself. I don?t want to let you alone while your fear goes up the light. I?ll succeed in feeling

Il letto di morte si chinava verso di lui, beffardo e per nulla impietosito da cio che si portava dentro. E la madre lo dondolava, accompagnandolo nel