Upstairs in the old, forsaken attic, Behind a box that's made of sticks And open to find of letters and note, Tales of a war in place far remote. Where horror breeds within, without, Fallen souls that died by a shout Yet sprung such hope of words that bring, Of love and fire where hope shall sing
@PaggosBlitz12 жыл бұрын
Seriously....wow....
@Ключнастарт5 жыл бұрын
Ребята, кто знает, какая правая педаль тут используется? прямая или запаздывающая? Which pedal do You use? please, advice.