KROKOT - Memory
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Give me soul, you my memory.
All that is left behind is our enemy.
The smell of life, the life flavory
Control over my life - this my family
Каждая осень превращается в минор ,а я
Умело гибнул в проворатах, слепит взор маяк.
Оковы порваны, в карманах ветер кроет матом
Мою иронию, где вновь останусь виноватым
Где я, рубит оковы людей моя душа, шо панацея.
Прогревая криками злодея. где я.
Не перебитые боссы - ликоклонники морфея.
Разрывали брюхо лицезрея
Где я, рубит оковы людей моя душа, шо панацея.
Прогревая криками злодея. где я.
Не перебитые боссы - ликоклонники морфея.
Разрывали брюхо лицезрея .
Моя мелодия - скисла, моя бравада ненавистна.
Моя душа над пропастью нависла.
Ты ворвалась без стука - небылица
Ты самый сладкий гром в моей жизни - невольный принцип
Моя мелодия - скисла, моя бравада ненавистна.
Моя душа над пропастью нависла.
Ты ворвалась без стука - небылица
Ты самый сладкий гром в моей жизни - невольный принцип
Give me soul, you my memory.
All that is left behind is our enemy.
The smell of life, the life flavory
Control over my life - this my family
Give me soul, you my memory.
All that is left behind is our enemy.
The smell of life, the life flavory
Control over my life - this my family
Give me soul, you my memory.
All that is left behind is our enemy.
The smell of life, the life flavory
Control over my life - this my family
Give me soul, you my memory.
All that is left behind is our enemy.
The smell of life, the life flavory
Control over my life - this my family
All that is left behind is our enemy.
The smell of life, the life flavory
Control over my life - this my family
Каждая осень превращается в минор ,а я
Умело гибнул в проворатах, слепит взор маяк.
Оковы порваны, в карманах ветер кроет матом
Мою иронию, где вновь останусь виноватым
Где я, рубит оковы людей моя душа, шо панацея.
Прогревая криками злодея. где я.
Не перебитые боссы - ликоклонники морфея.
Разрывали брюхо лицезрея
Где я, рубит оковы людей моя душа, шо панацея.
Прогревая криками злодея. где я.
Не перебитые боссы - ликоклонники морфея.
Разрывали брюхо лицезрея .
Моя мелодия - скисла, моя бравада ненавистна.
Моя душа над пропастью нависла.
Ты ворвалась без стука - небылица
Ты самый сладкий гром в моей жизни - невольный принцип
Моя мелодия - скисла, моя бравада ненавистна.
Моя душа над пропастью нависла.
Ты ворвалась без стука - небылица
Ты самый сладкий гром в моей жизни - невольный принцип
Give me soul, you my memory.
All that is left behind is our enemy.
The smell of life, the life flavory
Control over my life - this my family
Give me soul, you my memory.
All that is left behind is our enemy.
The smell of life, the life flavory
Control over my life - this my family
Give me soul, you my memory.
All that is left behind is our enemy.
The smell of life, the life flavory
Control over my life - this my family
Give me soul, you my memory.
All that is left behind is our enemy.
The smell of life, the life flavory
Control over my life - this my family
Give Me Soul, You My Memory.
All that is left behind is our enemy.
The Smell of Life, The Life Flavory
Control Over My Life - This My Family
Every autumn turns into a minor, and I
He died skillfully in wires, the lighthouse blinds the gaze.
The shackles are torn, in the pockets the wind covers with obscenities
My irony, where I will remain guilty again
Where I am, chop the shackles of people my soul, sho panacea.
Warming up with the cries of the villain. Where am I.
Not broken bosses - Morpheus licocracles.
The belly was torn to the gyrend
Where I am, chop the shackles of people my soul, sho panacea.
Warming up with the cries of the villain. Where am I.
Not broken bosses - Morpheus licocracles.
The belly was torn to the gyrend.
My melody - it was speaking, my bravado is hated.
My soul hung over the abyss.
You burst without knocking - fable
You are the sweetest thunder in my life - an involuntary principle
My melody - it was speaking, my bravado is hated.
My soul hung over the abyss.
You burst without knocking - fable
You are the sweetest thunder in my life - an involuntary principle
Give Me Soul, You My Memory.
All that is left behind is our enemy.
The Smell of Life, The Life Flavory
Control Over My Life - This My Family
Give Me Soul, You My Memory.
All that is left behind is our enemy.
The Smell of Life, The Life Flavory
Control Over My Life - This My Family
Give Me Soul, You My Memory.
All that is left behind is our enemy.
The Smell of Life, The Life Flavory
Control Over My Life - This My Family
Give Me Soul, You My Memory.
All that is left behind is our enemy.
The Smell of Life, The Life Flavory
Control Over My Life - This My Family
All that is left behind is our enemy.
The Smell of Life, The Life Flavory
Control Over My Life - This My Family
Every autumn turns into a minor, and I
He died skillfully in wires, the lighthouse blinds the gaze.
The shackles are torn, in the pockets the wind covers with obscenities
My irony, where I will remain guilty again
Where I am, chop the shackles of people my soul, sho panacea.
Warming up with the cries of the villain. Where am I.
Not broken bosses - Morpheus licocracles.
The belly was torn to the gyrend
Where I am, chop the shackles of people my soul, sho panacea.
Warming up with the cries of the villain. Where am I.
Not broken bosses - Morpheus licocracles.
The belly was torn to the gyrend.
My melody - it was speaking, my bravado is hated.
My soul hung over the abyss.
You burst without knocking - fable
You are the sweetest thunder in my life - an involuntary principle
My melody - it was speaking, my bravado is hated.
My soul hung over the abyss.
You burst without knocking - fable
You are the sweetest thunder in my life - an involuntary principle
Give Me Soul, You My Memory.
All that is left behind is our enemy.
The Smell of Life, The Life Flavory
Control Over My Life - This My Family
Give Me Soul, You My Memory.
All that is left behind is our enemy.
The Smell of Life, The Life Flavory
Control Over My Life - This My Family
Give Me Soul, You My Memory.
All that is left behind is our enemy.
The Smell of Life, The Life Flavory
Control Over My Life - This My Family
Give Me Soul, You My Memory.
All that is left behind is our enemy.
The Smell of Life, The Life Flavory
Control Over My Life - This My Family
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