Таких котят у него целый выводок, а я просто лучше всех ловлю бумажный бантик.
Тёплая, летняя, хорошая песня. Поднимает настроение на все 100 =) Очень пришлась по душе =) Никак не наслушаюсь =)

No milk today, my love has gone away
The bottle stands for lorn, a symbol of the dawn
No milk today, it seems a common sight
But people passing by don't know the reason why

How could they know just what this message means
The end of my hopes, the end of all my dreams
How could they know the palace there had been
Behind the door where my love reigned as queen

No milk today, it wasn't always so
The company was gay, we'd turn night into day

But all that's left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town
Becomes a shrine when I think of you only
Just two up two down

No milk today, it wasn't always so
The company was gay, we'd turn night into day
As music played the faster did we dance
We felt it both at once, the start of our romance

How could they know just what this message means
The end of my hopes, the end of all my dreams
How could they know a palace there had been
Behind the door where my love reigned as queen

No milk today, my love has gone away
The bottle stands forlorn, a symbol of the dawn

But all that's left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town
Becomes a shrine when I think of you only
Just two up two down

No milk today, my love has gone away
The bottle stands forlorn, a symbol of the dawn
No milk today, it seems a common sight
But people passing by don't know the reason why

How could they know just what this message means
The end of my hopes, the end of all my dreams
How could they know a palace there had been
Behind the door where my love reigned as queen

No milk today, it wasn't always so
The company was gay, we'd turn night into day

But all that's left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town
Oh all that's left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town
Oh all that's left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town



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23.11.2008 в 20:55

Пока человек истощает свое тело и душу в наслаждениях сладостного и губительного разврата, он не чувствует тяжести своих цепей
Да, чудная песня,всегда нравилась
23.11.2008 в 21:04

Таких котят у него целый выводок, а я просто лучше всех ловлю бумажный бантик.
Исдес =) люблю музыку с такой энергетикой =)
20.12.2008 в 13:45

мимокрокодил-1
20.12.2008 в 18:08

Таких котят у него целый выводок, а я просто лучше всех ловлю бумажный бантик.
=))))

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