Nightwhisper, Monarka & Vailon
4:58
Сергей Александровский - The Axiom
Not one more line.
The fire sang past every minor key,
The smoke rubbed up against the hearth's cheek like a stray cat,
Cold and free.
The rain drum patterns on the glass,
Drew shapes with every drop.
The evening wove a hazy dusk, made my eyes blur and stop.
The fire sang past every minor key,
The smoke rubbed up against the hearth's cheek like a stray cat,
Cold and free.
The rain drum patterns on the glass,
Drew shapes with every drop.
The evening wove a hazy dusk, made my eyes blur and stop.