Sluntseto presicha tiahnata daga. Na piasaka risuvat, blestiashta svetlina. . Iz grada te tichat. Tuk tame nadnichat. Burzo se oblichat. Pogled ne privlichat.
Traffic things and power lines. Cables on the ocean floor. Traffic things and power lines. Going out to number four. . There's a photo hidden on page four.
Oblatsi prez reshetki. Kolektsii ot sulfetki. Vlakove, motoretki. Raziadeni podmetki. . Klameri v ruka. Konets prez igla. Igratchki v torba. Lista vuv kosa.
Zavarshva. Proletta ne chakam. Mostat e zatvoren. Pushek ne vidya, a oganyat goreshe. Slantseto iznika, nishto ne zapalva. Pushek ne vidya, a oganyat goreshe.
Back to summertime it was almost 6 months to the day. Eyes clock to his hand, liquid crystals on his watch. Catch rays of morning peeking through. Moving the pillows out of the way tries to make the time.
films will come and films will go. that kiss on your neck wont show. . posing at the same place everytime. we'd be steping this weekend in the sunshine.