В колонках играет - по телеку квн
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вот кое что из старенького. То етсь наоборот, из новенького.
не то чтобы все плохо, но иногда хочется чтоб было лучше))


I feel that my heart is just
Moss-grown stone
And my mind seems to be
Covered with snow
An’ death is inside my soul

Is anybody going to save my siny soul
From the flame of the hell
Is anybody going to pray for my dead mind
It’s too heavy to fly to again

I feel that all my thoughts are
Just made of steel
And All I do seems to be
As in vain as two-doubling of a wheel
It’s also made of steel

Is anybody going to save my siny soul
From the flame of the hell
Is anybody going to pray for my dead mind
It’s too heavy to fly to again