Big round glasses and lightning bolt scars Wands, broomsticks and flying cars I love Harry Potter I love Harry Potter Ugly Potions teachers, exploding
This is a story about a boy named Harry. Early morning, he wakes up Knock, knock, knock on the door It's time for hiding, even fighting It's you he'
Now we're falling into nothing All our hoped we've pinned on? A body lifeless before us on the ground, ground. Minerva is screaming And all the children
С цепями на сердце, С очками в кармане, В слезах на Запад я мчусь магистралями. Привет, милый Лондон, Его покидаю, Могло быть так просто, Но был такой