 |
||
 Ответить в теме |
||
Просмотр темы (новые вначале)
|
| 05.04.2012 02:20 | |
| GreenSky |
William Fitzsimmons - The Tide Pulls From the Moon So like your Father in the face and blood Terrified and cold And whispers The coming of a cleansing flood For you You hide your Filthy hands from all of us Still unseen and tied What water These killing hands could ever clean Still you run I want to be changed from The shadow and the tomb Like water rushing over us The tide pulls from the moon Your mother The passing of a silver ring Oversized and cold This specter Will walk the halls of every seed From you Ссылка: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8LF2Gq7Doe4&ob=av2n |
