Sometimes I lie awake, wondering if I'll make it out of here The wind blows 'round my heels, so I stay I remember lying there, wishing I could be someone
Sometimes I lie awake, wondering if I'll make it out of here, but the wind blows round my heels, so I stay I remember lying there, wishing I could be
Překlad: Phil Collins. Láska policie.
: Sometimes I lie awake, wondering if I'll make it out of here, but the wind blows round my heels, so I stay I remember lying there, wishing I could
