ELMAN - Муза
текст песни

Cold like ice, my muse
All the time sings about feelings
Beckons and calls skillfully
Her palms as art
Cold like ice, my muse
All the time sings about feelings
Beckons and calls skillfully
Her palms as art
In the afternoon we will be people
At night we will capture the whole world in love
We are lying in rivers wine
All about one of our dreams
Just call me
As soon as the gland remains from the moon
And write to the sunset
Describe everything, how are you?
And as if from a picture you
But who wrote you, tell me?
I'm black and white without a soul
But it seems you dye my life
Cold like ice, my muse
All the time sings about feelings
Beckons and calls skillfully
Her palms as art
Cold like ice, my muse
All the time sings about feelings
Beckons and calls skillfully
Her palms as art