• Листо на вятъра
  
• The Song of the golden Prince
  The frowning time is passing on And burns away like fuel. My broken heart has turned to stone My eye...
• Anymore, Forevermore
  If I could, I would be your friend I would be happy to die in your hands Because you carry that piec...
• Tool
  I'm tracing back my mind and following the sound through ritmic colapses, tritones and vocal chords....

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