В колонках играет - Мумий-Троль"Делай меня точно"
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Проснулась на мокрой подушке...Значит,еще не прошло.Странно.Надо срочно заняться поисками.Иначе сойду с ума.Нет,слюней больше не будет,но мне больно.И временами эта боль вырыается из -под контроля,и сильно бьет по сердцу.

Love it's the funneral of hearts
Аnd it ode for crulty,
When angels cru blood
In flowers of evel in blum.
The funneral of hearts
And the play for mercy,
When love is a gone
Separaiting me from you.
She was the Sun,
Shining ap on
The tun at youre hopes
And dreams so freall.
He was the Moon,painting you
Whit it's gloub so woll,miracle and pain.
Love it's the funneral of hearts
And it ode for crulty,
When angels cru blood
In flowers of evel in blum.
The funneral of hearts
And the play for mercy,
When love is a gone
Separaiting me from you.
She was the wind,carrуing in
All the troubles and fears,
Yeare fore years tru to forget.
He was the fire,restless and wilde,
And you will like a moth to thаt flame.
The eretic seul beyond divine,
Frey to the God why still and bline,
The last nigt of soul on fire,
Three litle words and a question "why?"