For your time its written out.Work means nothing by itself.These days are numbered, I can tell.Until the crash I`ll write you down.Selection kills the old.Selection breathes on its own.Sing while you can.Now, while you can.
Back Door Man / Sarah McLachlan
Городской романс / Владимир Высоцкий
These Eyes / michael bolton
When The Bomb Drops / Subhumans
Depersonalisation / Illdisposed
plateau unplugged / Nirvana
Hit So Hard / Courtney Love
Dont Make Me Come to Tulsa / Wade Hayes
I Will Not Leave You Alone / Lloyd Cole
Sweet Love And Happiness / Faron Young
There`s a Barbarian in the Back of My Ca / Voice Of The Beehive
