Тексты песен Tangerine Dream

LONDON (poem of William Blake [1757-1827]) I wander thro' each charter'd street Near where the charter'd Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry o

Well you can run for you life, Make a Break for the Door, Crawling across the floor, You can stand against the wall, Painted in the corner, Crying for your mother Oh Whoa Whoa Whoa, it won't matter. O