For every taste, for every try For every tear that never dried I need your touch for you to take Away the pain Through every fall, through every flame
Rode down Wolf Creek pass In the white autumn lightnin' October twenty-third Nineteen thirty-five I was one mounted rider I was ridin' alone On a gray
For every taste For every try For every tear That never dried I need your touch For you to take Away the pain Through every fall Through every flame
Překlad: Červ. Prorazit.
: For every taste For every try For every tear That never dried I need your touch For you to take Away the pain Through every fall Through every flame
[Blaze's "Roll It Up" playing in the car Stereo in the background] It's about fucking time. I've been sittin here all night. Ugh,the line's long as
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На спящий город опускается туман, Шалят ветра по подворотням и дворам, А нам всё это не впервой, А нам доверено судьбой Оберегать на здешних улицах покой