Loss-Interlude.

So pretty
What a fuck, Too much ash, brother
What? Ok
Genzbourg or Tiller
Classic or bass-theater
Rain filter on a brown tired eyes
Sorrow paradise, yes
Sentimental science
I’m in love in your cries
God, time flies
Simpler. Mon Soutien was right
Untie the mind
And try, boy, try it
Entire world round you
Through time
I’m waiting
I know, today there will
Be low-frequency sky
And this is sort of kiss
Mix of rave and roses
Please forget your tears
Or drink like poison
Is it dusk or eyes
Zweig or Camus
It’s time to raise the price
Oh, we sold all
We sold all
We sold any faith
We sold all
More than all
But not kissin rain
Flawless last rain
Boy, you can afraid
Cute ladies say
This guy is insane
Perfect Win
Death level
First-class
Lonely chess success
Enticing fiery mess
Come, girl, I will show you a new dimension
Let’s walk through the depths of our reflection
Where we are
No difference, too far