"Мне больше всего запомнилось, как ты ню разговаривала с мамой по телефону".
Let once again to feel this smell
Of cigarettes and souls we sell...
All hope has gone and it is like hell,
I want to sleep, I hate myself...
Eighteen february has gone out.
The goal is found.
The goal is found.
Just one day of life has gone out.
The goal is found.
The goal is found.
Of cigarettes and souls we sell...
All hope has gone and it is like hell,
I want to sleep, I hate myself...
Eighteen february has gone out.
The goal is found.
The goal is found.
Just one day of life has gone out.
The goal is found.
The goal is found.