Текст песни TWO-TOWERS - ТТ ришаюТТ вАпросы

space over my head, I guess I grew a little on the head overgrown
from a pocket a trifle scratched bought a light Winston in my head the shot was a whistle
fast pace sharp sharp I'm just fat but with her I am affectionate
it’s not fat and beautifully simple, just fat it’s very awkward
I can stir up like a poet, I do not concede to the patsaks from the West Costa