Текст песни Чайковский и Трубы Мира - Самолюбие

large vanity
And sober love.
Simple tools - blood .
And the dream fades under the frost
Critical days.
The dream turned into a line - They .
 
That's all I have left
For the soul , for centuries.
It's all. little bit
you burned . Bye then.
 
sacriplex
And faith in yourself.
And it's probably loving
Magical characters -
Forerunners separations .
And the line is broken up into a circle
 
offensive name
And get up on the wrong foot ,
But like 6Li favorite enemies
Forgotten Melody
For flute and horn
And squeeze a hand in greeting