Быстрее пули ( Jay D)

Volbeat Healing Subconsciously Out in the distance small faces in pain Came along always in search Of entering dreams They all fade away, to return some other day Helding their mirrors reflecting my sin What do you want to sell me with this thing They all fade away, to return some other day Always leaving a picture to stand With erased faces, what now do they tell They all fade away, to return some other day Limit their scent and somehow I do trust Everything is working out for a main cause They all