When will we notice, the faces we see everyday? The ones that matter most are the ones that I will see pass before me when I go. I can?t but help to wish
Překlad: Nocí Like These. Symfonie pro mor.
When will we notice, the faces we see everyday? The ones that matter most are the ones that I will see pass before me when I go. I can?t but help to
Leaving the ground we bathe in starlight While heading for oceans of night Safe in Aniara's warm and tender care we ride Eight thousand hearts that fled the fires For
