А в голове все крутится и крутится… me, i’m singing me, i’m riding to the place where dreams are hiding kids are kidding, mothers forbiding songs – under my wing angels lighting demons fighting gold and silver – blinding, blinding stop or go say ‘yes’ or ‘no’ its’a day before tomorrow the world is small and we are one we all are fathers of our sons it’s not regretting what we’ve done on a da...