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.
Earth / Atheist
Monkey and the Underdog / David Crosby
Шаланды полные кефали / М.Бернес
Move Like a Snake / Boss Bytch
Comin Home / Deep Purple
No Spoken Word / Stevie Nicks
Downtown Knoxville / Kenny Price
Your The Only One / Keith Urban
devotion / contraband
Der Morgen Danach / Lacrimosa
Suspend Suspension / Zao
