Льется путь по хребтам одичавших гор, по сухим ковылям да по перьям седым
Oh, God, save the Queen!
My heart will always dreams about green hills, deep lakes and the flat sky with shaggy clouds. It seems, in a past life I was a lantern, lost in a damp fog. I unbelievable, painful miss the fact, that never in my life have seen.
My heart will always dreams about green hills, deep lakes and the flat sky with shaggy clouds. It seems, in a past life I was a lantern, lost in a damp fog. I unbelievable, painful miss the fact, that never in my life have seen.