t.A.T.u. - White Robe (Instrumental)

t.A.T.u. Fake Singles Project: "White Robe" (Pt.3) Digital Maxi-Single:
1 - White Robe (DJ MaXeMe Jungle Party Club Mix)
2 - White Robe (Murat Boz Leeuss Remix)
3 - White Robe (Stas-Taraschansky Retropop Mix)
4 - White Robe (Emzee Power Remix)
5 - White Robe (Boris Andreev Remix)
6 - White Robe (Adeadavid HipHood Mix)
7 - White Robe (DJ MaXeMe Kage Remix)
8 - White Robe (Instrumental)

[@Cyberidium]

Gosh! It's timeless. Ten years have passed, but I still love it so much. One of the most underrated albums.

[@CALI-ll7iv]

They always had THE BEST beats!!

[@ManuMiAS]

sadly Julia's voice is very flat in this one.

[@MegaLittlePaw]

One of the greatest piece of music from tATu, and the ending is specifically great

[@syonenah]

aah very nice instumental, especially 2 cuplet and chorus

[@aleksmuzcov1320]

I didnt realize how incredible this song until now ❤

[@Hyeji1997]

Ya risuyu chernoy kraskoy Na stene tupoe slovo Dlya menya ono ne vazhno Dlya tebya ono ne novo Dlya menya ono naprasno Dlya tebya neobhodimo Ta risuyu chernoy kraskoy Ya risuyu krivo-krivo Pulya v serdtse Mozg na dvertsu Nimb i kriylya Odevaem Beliy plaschik Dushu v nebo Slozhim v yaschik Otpuskaem Pulya v serdtse Mozg na dvertsu Nimb i kriylya Odevaem Beliy plaschik Dushu v nebo Slozhim v yaschik Otpuskaem Vremya snova dvastad-desiat My s toboy seychas ne vmeste Ty sidish' v uglu i plachesh' Mozhet biyt' menya durachish' Ya lyublyu tebya poslushat' Raskriyvay mne tol'ko dushu Miysli zdes' ne prigodyarsya Vremya snova dvastad-dvastad Pulya v serdtse Mozg na dvertsu Nimb i kriylya Odevaem Beliy plaschik Dushu v nebo Slozhim v yaschik Otpuskaem Pulya v serdtse Mozg na dvertsu Nimb i kriylya Odevaem Beliy plaschik Dushu v nebo Slozhim v yaschik Otpuskaem

[@optyma5120]

Музыка шикарная..

[@h3re2stay]

Feeling ugly, looking pretty Yellow ribbons, black graffiti Word is written, bone is broken No big secret left unspoken Sun is painted in the corner But it's never getting warmer All the lies they keep on selling But you never check the spelling Flying bullets Hit the targets Wings and halos Five to seven In this white robe Through the darkness Paragliding Back to heaven Flying bullets Hit the targets Wings and halos Five to seven In this white robe Through the darkness Paragliding Back to heaven Time is running, we are sitting Back together, just for splitting You are crying in the corner Always next and never former Open up and let me hear it Former body, future spirit Brain is useless, chair is rocking Open doors for dead man walking Flying bullets Hit the targets Wings and halos Five to seven In this white robe Through the darkness Paragliding Back to heaven Flying bullets Hit the targets Wings and halos Five to seven In this white robe Through the darkness Paragliding Back to heaven