Dead on Arrival » 27 янв 2008, 22:00 |
Poet of the Fall, "и кто там спрятался, под моей кроватью, а?"
" Do not speak it about us "
Why you have broken off?
" Please, be silent "
They ask my silence. I feel their hands on the
Shoulders, they spoke, that I'm a freak and that will not believe me.
But I know that, that it not so! I know, that I not the freak!
" IT all the same will not believe you, you freak!" (Flesh&Space)