George Zlatarev:
Hate to love you!
George Zlatarev:
Her eyes so....bright
George Zlatarev:
Let the bodies
George Zlatarev:
New century is coming
George Zlatarev:
So near...
George Zlatarev:
I hate to love you so much!
George Zlatarev:
I had a date with a pretty ballerina
George Zlatarev:
Rehearsing tenderness
George Zlatarev:
The stone has lost
George Zlatarev:
Past thinking
George Zlatarev:
The global crisis
George Zlatarev:
There's always a wall behind
George Zlatarev:
I'll tell you 'bout cars!
George Zlatarev:
The next level
George Zlatarev:
Light of metal
George Zlatarev:
Remains of the day
George Zlatarev:
Shine on, golden girl!
George Zlatarev:
The eyes of a gipsy
George Zlatarev:
Deep impact
George Zlatarev:
United colors of.....just girls!
George Zlatarev:
The whole world
George Zlatarev:
The way out
George Zlatarev:
Rocks
George Zlatarev:
My way
George Zlatarev:
Somewhere over...
George Zlatarev:
What kind of fool I am!
George Zlatarev:
What kind of fool am I?
George Zlatarev:
Soft tenderness
George Zlatarev:
Tender softness
George Zlatarev:
The old lady
