Психолог Зигмунд

Take your mind, I'm coming Burning me alive You look at me, the name of my kitchen's fire Burning me soul The trap in the door You found the light in me You look at me, the name of my kitchen's fire I want you to talk to me, I want you to talk to me And you tell me the things I want to be in the earth When the sun goes down And I'm saying I won't get me I'm always remembering the things One, two, one, two, three, four