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| Добавлено: 21.08.2014 в 01:51:23 |
Прошу прощение за кавер-версию. . .но у меня есть готовый текст к его композиции на английском
A.Kjvikovdov -The road to Mogilev- -We raise Their wings like birds in The sky look and hope for a moment in The mind of his swim, grey souls Forgetting that people do not have comprehended. We pull each oTher blanket, trying to create harmony. What we need in life and simply did not have it all to understand. We are making changes in The verses and raspalâem in his blood. Throughout The road around The world Suddenly aware of clear semantic meanings of words. Do not notice The obstacles Simple has to bend and subject even with The participle cannot recognize The power of thought.
Chorus: The road to Mogilev, cloudless and clear. The route sign and stop There. We understand, marked on The map, where The road to The Town of ...
The accuracy of The speed of movements of your thoughts to us difficult to follow at times when ideas flow in The real sense of The brook comes fast River. The dreams live, all have Their secrets, Emotions are trying to hold back of dividing strips to mark The world we turn again to The words. and outwardly comply with all propriety but The rules of The game can not guess We look at each oTher indecent and eyes reflecting The glare of day. beyond The explicit scenes, Sometimes with unfamiliar ... and what is forgotten and we are looking for in memory of familiar features. |
. . .В заднем кармане потрепанных джинсов плоская фляга с виски. Черные брови в тенях ресниц, глаза синие брызги. Длинный спадает до плеч, борода словно водопад Босые ноги не надо беречь- босые ноги по камням стучат))))
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