Алёна Швец две девочки (speed up,songs)

алёна швец. - портвейн (nightcore speed up)

алена швец. – четырнадцать (nightcore speed up)

Алена швец - молоко ( Speed up 1,1x )

алёна швец  - расстрел [speed up]

алёна швец-соперница (speed up)

Твоя школьница-Алена Швец(speed up)

алена швец Курение убивает speed upnightcore

ветер пахнет цветами алена швец – speed up

Алена Швец Комплексы speed up

We stood under the metal leaf roof
Your nose turned up, you said, “Sky soup!”
Caught a raindrop on your tongue like gold
Then asked if clouds can catch a cold
I said, “Only when they cry too hard”
You nodded, solemn, your gaze all stars
You hummed a tune with your coat half done
Feet tapping time to the puddle’s drum

“Do you think thunder’s a dragon sneeze?”
You danced, said, “He’s allergic to trees!”
Laughed so loud it made birds flee
Spun around like you were wind set free
You said, “Rain is just the sky’s shampoo”
“Washing away what it doesn’t want to do”
I said, “Then we must be what’s left behind”
You said, “That’s okay — we’re the shiny kind”

Silver salt on your coat sleeve
You wiped my tear with your magic belief
"We’re the potion, Dad, you and me
I’m salt, you’re silver — that’s alchemy"
And I believed you like the first time you smiled
Like every question you asked made the sky less wild
If the god is lost in the heart of rain
You found Her, little star, and sang Her name

The bus didn’t come — but we didn’t care
You told the storm a joke, it split the air
A flash of light, then giggles and shrieks
You said, “Mum’s laughing — she missed us this week”
I looked away so you wouldn’t see
How the world can bend when you speak so free
But you just held my hand so tight
And said, “Let’s stay 'til the sky turns light”

Silver salt on your coat sleeve
You wiped my tear with your magic belief
"We’re the potion, Dad, you and me
I’m salt, you’re silver — that’s alchemy"
And I believed you like you were the sun
Like I’d mined through grief and found just one
Single flame that still could shine
You, sweet girl — my holy sign

They say the god is trapped in stone
Or lead, or pain, or being alone
But I saw Her there — in your wild, bright grin
In the storm you called your violin

The rain let up, but we stayed awhile
The whole world warm inside your smile
If magic’s real, I’ve felt its spark
Silver salt, lit in the dark.

ветер пахнет цветами алена швец – speed up

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Brook

Brook

Где вторая половина матери?

мама, спаси от людей!!!

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