Stapel
Pasha Markovsky
Staying in the trees of blue
See me walking on the street
No one could say about the wrong things you have just did
When the black leaves fall you look scared and sad
You're afraid of my death but there is nothing bad
You like your coffee and my noise
But you will never drink and listen
Don't look back, don't remember me cause i look at the days you're missing
When the black leaves fall you look scared and sad
You're afraid of my death but there is nothing bad
