Текст песни Etallon - L.O.V.E.

Etallon
a genuine paradise sees the meek where the mischievous
shed the grail for them in the dawns listened to the piano - the old man.
Sadness soars - in the crystal, I will not bring the bottles.
The city is small from the balcony, a ball in the cold is dear to us.

The edge is cutting - The game of your emotions
Do not back down, a spark penetrating the heart in portions.
good captive, wilted enthusiasm, but
along the edges of the vinyl shift - call from the shackles

Anna Karenina? - Ah, we burned like that.
She believed and April twisted passed
Ideas. the channels of the week in fact put on shadows.
don't we divide the spiders, falls nonetheless

harmful as hypertension pressure in the house will blow
the smell of perfume as if knocked the boat ashore.
Passion - Visit the network sit
Once and me. Devoted from CD to Sidin.