Narrator: “A Warm, Pleasant Breeze Waves Through The Streets, As The Beautiful Clear Black Sky Unfolds With Countless Stars Hanging Like Bulbs Above The City That Never Sleeps. Cold Concrete. Narrowness. Namelessness. Dirt. Crime. Nothing To Write Home About. Nobody Saw It Coming. It Came Silently. Without Any Warning. And The Suburban Areas Would Go Down In History For Being The First Ones To Be Infected By What History-Books Would Later Call: The Runs”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
