The Flying Club Cup

I built my house of reeds upon a marsh in Elise
My father was released a day's walk from San Denise
We buried him beneath the bone-white sands of San Denise

Silence of an airborne night
Push high above the roof
Daughters of the Red lights blind
The icy works of art
The city lights and restless nights
Go once upon the Lord
You and I will lie beside the fire sparked from boards

It's yours

Похожие новости.

В нас було все А тепер нас розділяє океан В нас було все А тепер це більше схоже на обман В нас було все Хочу я на мить почути голос твій Життя - це ти А тепер

Ай, какая суета и суматоха! По какой причине? Как обычно, мы без фонаря, И светом мы обязаны лучине. Как слепцы перед прозреньем! Но видна проблема на картине. Видно все, Как копошится полумертвый в мешковине. Вижу проблески надежды, Но далеки

Better take care Think I better go, better get a room Better take care of me Again and again I think about this and I think about personal history Better take care I breathe so deep

You must be daddy's little pumpkin I can tell by the way you roll You must be daddy's little pumpkin I can tell by the way you roll It's quarter past eleven And you're sleeping

Morning people Wandering, where is home She cries, mother Father, all alone Where is hipe she prays A bowl of food could buy Another day She wants to fly away Look at me Got shoes I never wear Look at