and speak to me Speak to me It's a dry leaf that shivers on the branch What matter if the wind cast it down With a ruthless hand? 'Cause we remember
breath and speak to me speak to me it's a dry leaf that shivers on the branch what matter if the wind cast it down with a ruthless hand 'cause we remember
Překlad: Woven Hand. Modrá kbelík Horečka.
