This evening the moon dreams more lazily As some fair woman lost in cushions deep With gentle hand caresses listlessly The contour of her breasts before
This evening the moon dreams more lazily As some fair woman, lost in cushions deep With gentle hand caresses listlessly The contour of her breasts before
Překlad: Celtic Frost. Utrpení Měsíce.
Překlad: Celtic Frost. Sorrows Of The Moon / tristesse De La Lune.