t.A.T.u. - White Robe (Instrumental)

t.A.T.u. Fake Singles Project: "White Robe" (Pt.3) Digital Maxi-Single:
1 - White Robe (DJ MaXeMe Jungle Party Club Mix)
2 - White Robe (Murat Boz Leeuss Remix)
3 - White Robe (Stas-Taraschansky Retropop Mix)
4 - White Robe (Emzee Power Remix)
5 - White Robe (Boris Andreev Remix)
6 - White Robe (Adeadavid HipHood Mix)
7 - White Robe (DJ MaXeMe Kage Remix)
8 - White Robe (Instrumental)

[@Cyberidium]

Gosh! It's timeless. Ten years have passed, but I still love it so much. One of the most underrated albums.

[@CALI-ll7iv]

They always had THE BEST beats!!

[@ManuMiAS]

sadly Julia's voice is very flat in this one.

[@MegaLittlePaw]

One of the greatest piece of music from tATu, and the ending is specifically great

[@syonenah]

aah very nice instumental, especially 2 cuplet and chorus

[@aleksmuzcov1320]

I didnt realize how incredible this song until now ❤

[@Hyeji1997]

Ya risuyu chernoy kraskoy
Na stene tupoe slovo
Dlya menya ono ne vazhno
Dlya tebya ono ne novo
Dlya menya ono naprasno
Dlya tebya neobhodimo
Ta risuyu chernoy kraskoy
Ya risuyu krivo-krivo
Pulya v serdtse
Mozg na dvertsu
Nimb i kriylya
Odevaem
Beliy plaschik
Dushu v nebo
Slozhim v yaschik
Otpuskaem
Pulya v serdtse
Mozg na dvertsu
Nimb i kriylya
Odevaem
Beliy plaschik
Dushu v nebo
Slozhim v yaschik
Otpuskaem
Vremya snova dvastad-desiat
My s toboy seychas ne vmeste
Ty sidish' v uglu i plachesh'
Mozhet biyt' menya durachish'
Ya lyublyu tebya poslushat'
Raskriyvay mne tol'ko dushu
Miysli zdes' ne prigodyarsya
Vremya snova dvastad-dvastad
Pulya v serdtse
Mozg na dvertsu
Nimb i kriylya
Odevaem
Beliy plaschik
Dushu v nebo
Slozhim v yaschik
Otpuskaem
Pulya v serdtse
Mozg na dvertsu
Nimb i kriylya
Odevaem
Beliy plaschik
Dushu v nebo
Slozhim v yaschik
Otpuskaem

[@optyma5120]

Музыка шикарная..

[@badbitcheswalkthruspendyou5478]

Feeling ugly, looking pretty
Yellow ribbons, black graffiti
Word is written, bone is broken
No big secret left unspoken
Sun is painted in the corner
But it's never getting warmer
All the lies they keep on selling
But you never check the spelling
Flying bullets
Hit the targets
Wings and halos
Five to seven
In this white robe
Through the darkness
Paragliding
Back to heaven
Flying bullets
Hit the targets
Wings and halos
Five to seven
In this white robe
Through the darkness
Paragliding
Back to heaven
Time is running, we are sitting
Back together, just for splitting
You are crying in the corner
Always next and never former
Open up and let me hear it
Former body, future spirit
Brain is useless, chair is rocking
Open doors for dead man walking
Flying bullets
Hit the targets
Wings and halos
Five to seven
In this white robe
Through the darkness
Paragliding
Back to heaven
Flying bullets
Hit the targets
Wings and halos
Five to seven
In this white robe
Through the darkness
Paragliding
Back to heaven