dreams are coming true I'll turn to stone, let the rivers flow And wash me to the sea The curse of love is hanging over me The curse of love is hanging
Překlad: Pogues. Prokletí Of Love.
worst dreams are coming true I'll turn to stone, let the rivers flow, And wash me to the sea The curse of love is hanging over me The curse of love
worst dreams are coming true I'll turn to stone, let the rivers flow, And wash me to the sea The curse of love is hanging over me The curse of love is