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.
I Wish I Didn`t Have To Miss You / Norma Jean
Goin` Back / The Byrds
Brain Dead / Flotsam and Jetsam
Не дано / Hi-fi
Still (N Love With My Money) / Paul Wall and Chamillionaire f 5050 Twin
Соседка /
Disciples Of The Watch / Testamen
Throw it Up / Lil Jon and the East Side Boyz f Pastor
Rock`n`roller / Oora
Gigi D`agostino / Gigi D`agostino