I swarm deserted away, like glass...Warm, and as fevers,I am as flame.I am death...For I, I weave our blasphemies...Wicthes painted me,Like the mysteries created me...Like where the poets breathe,I were woven into blasphemies.
The End of Your Life / Suicide Commando
Furniture Blues / Lonnie Johnson
Rule the World / Peter Cetera
Magnificent Outpouring / Gordon Lightfoot
Prisoner In Mind / Eloy
Only Seventeen (Banks) / Strictly Inc
Зимой ли было это... / Юрий Панюшкин
Lucy / Hollies
When I Get Old / descendents
The Difference Between Us / Tina Turner
Around The Universe In Eighty Days / klaatu