we feel the same Kiss with dry lips, when we say goodnight End of a century, oh it's nothing special Oh end of a century, oh it's nothing special
to be alone We wear the same clothes cos we feel the same And kiss with dry lips when we say goodnight End of a century Oh, it's nothing special Sex
Превод: Мъгла. Край на века.
Превод: Мъгла. Края на века.
want to be alone We wear the same clothes cos we feel the same And kiss with dry lips when we say goodnight End of a century Oh, it's nothing special
fame but can't afford the price She would turn you out if you wasn't prepared, Hollywood She would tell you the things that you wanted to hear, Hollywood She would blur
but can't afford the price [Marc 7even] She would turn you out if you wasn't prepared She would tell you the things you wanted to hear She would blur