The dreams lovers see are quite like good wine. Its taste makes you happy, or else, makes you sad. Malnourished and weak, I make life in the streets, Reluctantly stealing whatever I can steal. For nothing is free in the world. . "High hopes" is one dish that goes down in no time. To skipping my breakfast no stranger I am I'm a thief, lonely thief, grave sorrow to feed. In this bitter gambling I'll never succeed. For nothing is free in the world. . Oh, don't you! Ever tell me "No, The stars are not for you, dreams never come true"...

Всем привет ! Не думаю, что кто-нибудь из зашедших на канал читателей не знаком с творчеством тевтонских мастеров Accept. Эта команда по праву считается одним из столпов true heavy metal, пользуется огромным...