count the pictures on the walls this place, was it always so empty was everything the way i remember your image is dull and blurred by the rust of time again an era has come and gone and everything that belongs exists no more the air i'm breathing it is changing one would think memories are living but behind these pictures lies nothing nothing at all.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.