on the suitcase, and it wasn't on the weekend, nor was it on the shirts I was putting in the suitcase either. My mind was hanging outside the window. It was suspended just about eighteen inches below... And out there in that great big concrete jungle, I wonder how many others that are like me. Poor bedevilled guys, on fire with thirst. Such comical figures to the rest of the world, as they stagger blindly... towards another binge, another bender, another spree... ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Акванавты на английском - текст Плутовство на английском - текст Сердце Ангела на английском - текст Друзья - Сезон 7 на английском - текст Два весёлых гуся на английском |