Афонина Татьяна фотограф Москва
577 3 часа назад

Текст песни Swans - Kirsten Supine

Swans - Kirsten Supine слова песни

May moonlight fall upon your breast
May god send wind to lick your lips
The river flows beneath your comb
Granite, pines -silver shine, green velvet throne
Folding in, folding in, the watern sings the black horse scream
May planets crash, may god rain ash, to sear our skin, to fold us in
Kneeling close, seeking hands, our blood is warm, but what comes next!

I will let it go, I can't let it go
I won't let it go, I can let it go

Другие песни Swans:

Swans - Mothers Milk
день назад 742 (не задано)
Swans - My Buried Child
8 часов назад 817 (не задано)
Swans - My Own Hands
день назад 891 (не задано)
Swans - New Mind
день назад 635 (не задано)
Swans - No Cure For The Lonely
13 часов назад 612 (не задано)