Elisa Bathory
Её губы улыбались, глаза обжигали, а душа плакала... (с)
Mama she has taught me well
Told me when I was young
Son your life's an open book
Don't close it before it's done
The brightest flame burns quickest
Is what I heard they say
A son's heart's owned to mother
But I must find my way

Let my heart go
Let your son grow
Mama let your heart go
Or let this heart be still

@музыка: черный кофе

@настроение: вольному воля