Eight Line Poem
The tactful cactus by your window
Surveys the prairie of your room
The mobile spins to its collision
Clara puts her head between her paws
They've opened shops down West side
Will all the cacti find a home
But the key to the city
Is in the sun that pins the branches to the sky
Похожие новости.
One Thousand
(Verse) My heart a blaze with a kind of emotion I see his face when I close my eyes I speak his name in my sleep 'Cause he's here in my dreams Whisper soflty I
Si Comincia Dalla Sera
Si incomincia dalla sera a correggersi gli errori a tornare con gli odori alle storie del passato ho sbagliato e risbagliato si incomincia dalla sera anche se non c'? pi? luce a guardare nelle mani,
Нечетный Воин (feat. Д. Арбенина)
белый огонь снега белее белый огонь больше не
Дорога
Маленький старый рено Курит-дымит черепаха-клон Заглохнет на полпути И пусть Пойдем на двоих своих И небо одно Одно на двоих как вино Хмельно Рубиновых лампочек закат В сто тысяч карат полет Дорога в дальние края Шальная колея И сосны лезут за края В
One Day At A Time
I'm only human I'm just a man Help me to believe in what I could be and all that I am Show me the stairway that I have to climb Lord for my
