Непобедим, поскольку не играет.
Слушаю и слушаю песенку мартовского выползня.
The night is calling, there’s something different in the air
I’m wide awake,
the tension builds but I don’t care
There’s something in my blood, running
through my veins
A catalyst of proportions I cant explain
Shadows by Tragedy Machine
The night is calling, there’s something different in the air
I’m wide awake,
the tension builds but I don’t care
There’s something in my blood, running
through my veins
A catalyst of proportions I cant explain
Shadows by Tragedy Machine