Текст и слова песни Catchers in the Rye – Christ of Saint John"s Cross
Sun is splashed by douds orgasms
Eyelids" squares revealed again
Steep of shedules everyoung anguish
And fatal helplesness of hands
The galf is the chest burnt into plains
Iced illusions of torn hinges
July brings sleepless nights
With stolen blues
Cold and stuffines of remeniecenees
At the same time torment the body
Behind gold of the moon
Chapman is wating for fresh love with the revolver
Follen Paul
Follen Peter
Faithful Thomas
Saint Judas
Reveal the miracle
Of resurection
Get rid me of my suffering, night maniac
And I"ll grant you my pardon
It"s so difficult undear
And I ought to two thousendth neil in three thousendth time
Eyelids" squares revealed again
Steep of shedules everyoung anguish
And fatal helplesness of hands
The galf is the chest burnt into plains
Iced illusions of torn hinges
July brings sleepless nights
With stolen blues
Cold and stuffines of remeniecenees
At the same time torment the body
Behind gold of the moon
Chapman is wating for fresh love with the revolver
Follen Paul
Follen Peter
Faithful Thomas
Saint Judas
Reveal the miracle
Of resurection
Get rid me of my suffering, night maniac
And I"ll grant you my pardon
It"s so difficult undear
And I ought to two thousendth neil in three thousendth time
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