3.12.2020 г., 20:58 ч.
Nobody's son
The time was out
and he was there -
in space of woods
and screaming trees.
His face was sad,
his mind - so clever,
he found the faith
and died forever.
He could say "Yes"
and sell his soul.
But he said "No,
punk-rock is gone!" ...
and he was there -
in space of woods
and screaming trees.
His face was sad,
his mind - so clever,
he found the faith
and died forever.
He could say "Yes"
and sell his soul.
But he said "No,
punk-rock is gone!" ...
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