Lyrics in English:
O, my beloved,
O, my beloved
Knives are the path we go on
Passing women
Some of them you desire
Some of them you just take
From behind paranoia
Caused as by the paintings of Goia
When you speak to me about peace
While attacking my Troy
O, my beloved,
O, my beloved
Knives are the path we go on
During dawn
I am carried through
Chains of flowers
By colours Shivers
During dawn
I am carried through
Chains of flowers
By colours Shivers
Статистика страницы на pesni.guru ▼
Просмотров сегодня: 1