0: Walk through the halls of my он дизайн counting the crack that i love behind a frozen, поёт э. Бресле сай Локин, её черри.

1: Y you touch my wrist, but i feel no of just the call of thin 100.

2: Май.

3: Wake me up from the winter ли и me of that i мини.

4: My my.

5: Или follow me down сте оо.

6: Ivan in the hold me up before the silence тейк.

7: Май.

8: Wake me up from the winter ли, my out of the dom н. The surface of my soul.

9: Make me. Oh, my from the.

10: Инна.

11: I cant feel is any of these рио i am scream.

12: Wake me up from the dig me.

13: Then i am in the of my soul, make me whole её me from.