Страница Александра Акопова ВКонтакте

на чиле, на расслабоне

12 стульев, остров сокровищ

Wash away the anger Here I stand beneath The warm and soothing rain The droplets falling Gently down on the terrain Wash away the sorrow All the stains of time But there's no memory It's only dry inside In the mud and sinking deeper Into a peaceful life And it will come Like a flood of pain Pouring down on me And it will not let up Until the end is here And it will come Through the darkest day In my final hour And it will never rest Until the clouds are clear Until it finds my dreams have disappeared My dreams disappear

"Кто не работает - тот ест"