behind us, like balloons tied to our ankles. They aren't captives, just clouds. Only clouds. He was thinking of you. Of you. And blue. And aren't captives
Překlad: Venable, Noe. Nejsou Zajatci.
along behind us, like balloons tied to our ankles. They aren't captives, just clouds. Only clouds. He was thinking of you. Of you. And blue. And aren't captives
