Гребенщиков Борис
Slide, slide, Slide as we did of old, From the hands that keep out the cold, From the fire that burns low – Slide. Slide. Slide, slide. Slide throuth the darkest days, When you step out of the haze And you find yourself broken – Slide. Slide. Does it make us that strange? Slide, slide, Slide as we did of old, From the hands that keep out the cold, From the fire that burns low – Slide. Slide. Список мест, c исполнениями: