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.
Через мокрые ресницы мне зима такая снится... / Андрей Анпилов
Wet Dream / Kip Addotta
Higher / Tommy Lee
Tiempo De Amar (featuring Pete Orta) / Jaci Velasquez
With You in Mind / Marianne Faithfull
The Way Of It / Negativland
Patterns / Devo
Thorns and a Rose / Shadow Keep
Lamenting Kiss / Virgin Black
Slip Into Long Beach / RBX
Разлука / Юрий Визбор
