OST Тургор - Молитва Серебру - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Silver is a cold -blooded, strong ridge, the container of all kinds of wealth, the patron saint of the tightening - strengthen your minister! To the one who feels him listens, obeys blindly - will answer. The skin of the one who knows how to store, verification, ligaments and his muscles are attached. His heart, facing the lymph of all kinds of flowers - warms. Wenter of all kinds of flowers, suicide, daring to spend, painful torture - subject