Автор: Mr. Strange

Band-aids don’t fix bullet holes You say sorry just for show If you live like that, you live with ghosts

Не ругайтесь! Такое дело! Не торговец я на слова. Запрокинулась и отяжелела Золотая моя голова. Нет любви ни к деревне,

We were as one babe For a moment in time And it seemed everlasting That you would always be mine

Не криви улыбку, руки теребя, — Я люблю другую, только не тебя. Ты сама ведь знаешь, знаешь хорошо — Не

Because you know I’m all about that bass ‘Bout that bass, no treble I’m all about that bass ‘Bout that

When you stop seeing beauty You start growing old The lines on your face Are a map to your soul

Here today, gone tomorrow Crack the bone, get to the marrow To be a bee and the flower Before the

I was walking down the street when out the corner of my eye I saw a pretty little thing approaching

On the fifth day of May she was breaking away When the moon came and sat on your shoulder She