• My S-Stil
  • My Son
    A broken heart, crashed dreams A lonely man, is what I see Disappointed from life, slave of his own addiction With a bottle in his hand, alkin' walking to dead ...
  • Still Beautiful
    It seems to be our last day, The last day of our life We're still searching for our own way It's to late for us to d hide, cause if we Hide there'll be no chan...