в субботу на великой вечерне

[lucelle]

...взвешивать грехи, я думаю, актуально, а снег - рано или поздно подтянется.

I lay my head down on the tracks
My eyes
just rolled on back
Sun don't cry
Sun don't you
hang
so
high

Last night I weighed my sins
Last night I weighed my
Last night I weighed my sins
Last night I weighed my

I fell my way back home
My head
was buried underneath the snow
Sun don't cry
Sun don't you
hang
so
high

Last night I weighed my sins
Last night I weighed my
Last night I weighed my sins
Last night I weighed my