Pull. Pull. And now I wake up.
My foreboding.
As soon as all come…nothing nothing.
I saw the lake and
Our failings.
But present time is over over.
Fever like river.
You dont find my life here.
Pull. Pull. And now I break up.
We are feeling.
It is not end.But nothing nothing.
I saw the space and
Our failings.
But present time is over over.
Fever like river.
You dont find my life here.
| 1 | Storm Of Clouds (Radio Edit) |
| 2 | Про тебя |
| 3 | Storm Of Clouds (Original Mix) |