Singer: KREC. Page 1

Life is short, like a solar flare
Not cloudless the moment, of course, but we are not helpless look.
People can spare the others and not only schemit
No need to ruin the world, it is not easy to fix.

Nickel melting, do you reproaching Camelto stories lips
To wash off the oil with those paintings.
To painting canvases, I should be the one.
Tell me, where are forest trails, and where the avenues of fame
We can hardly rule the world dons the quiet tones of mi - tears forged
Muse will burn in salons Ricard.
You in their own way, and busy in its own right
Sleepy from the acrid wick.
Goodbye, phenomena Peter!

Views of the sunset enveloped in smoke
Under the snow, under the white, under a sky
To boil, to burn to ashes, become ashes, to absorb light, to stretch, to be a stem
So slowly the river to swim, to live, oblivious of the clock
But I have to say so much to you, because our time is just sand
A few lines and thought showers
The lights along the roads, streets direct showers
My world movies titers drawn thread.
We are on the threshold of new discoveries, suvi dust off family heirlooms
Wipe the frost from the boards - read the names
Requiem - a tribute to the last of the tribe
Those were nothing but legends.

I could block the craving for fire,
But someone sang about love.
Inside of me a little sleek wounds
But I can't hold water Kollar,
And I knew that pricked the air
How a taboo on words like overdose of Morrison.

Such a sweet salt on her cheeks -
I'm crying from happiness, stop the moment of imaginary luck.

It is important that we leave and how children brought up.

What breed is it?
So Yes, yard,
Somewhere in the center of the city is trembling with cold,
Wet he was looking for traces of it...
Swallowing saliva, feeling the smell of homemade food...
Omitting, white mustache in a puddle
Drinking water
People passing by threw sidelong glances...
Forgot it, or maybe just threw
And he didn't know what happened that in late autumn...
The dog froze...
Closing his eyes, wanted to go back
In those days, when he was still a puppy
In the carefree childhood, a warm house...
A cozy place outside the window...
The rain dripped...
He was sleeping quietly under him crossed his legs...
Sometimes whined...
But it's only in a dream,
Don't worry,
With you man...

Why look for the mountains.
If they get in the way of our injuries?

The old lady.
At the gate of the temple.
Stands with an outstretched hand. Her life drama.
Non-healing wound.
In the heart,
Because she experienced those
Who called her mom.

Sometimes firmly seated inside the bitterness of grudges.
A very difficult gambit, but You have to be there.
The alarming scream of the crowd in life, like a ring.
You should be able to hold strikes and to thank...

Life's like a solar flare, man, we would have to stay human to the end.
Life's like a solar flare, bro. We not prolong this moment which is a pity.

The stars melted away, and I'm drowning in your eyes,
And the whole world for the two of us.

The pale light of the moon through the tulle
Head, perhaps the rain...
Waiting for a call it in March, is expected in July
Empty kitchen, squeaky chairs...

The ice quietly melted, a slow circling dance,
Take me to the may
Or think of the name
You make me...