...hai, să vă văd imaginația
Exact,vai de steaua noastra...mai bine ne facem echipa de plantat pomi ca fotbal nu stim.
"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
soft winds whisper the bidding of trees
as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart
and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams
But on, no tears please
Fear and pain may accompany Death
But it is desire that shepherds it's certainty
as We shall see..."
her ghost in the fog - - cradle of filth
astea da versuri de calitate
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