The storm has raged here for hours, the water's plunging in on me The remains of my creation is swallowed slowly down by the troubled sea into unconsecrated
Tulkojums: Anekdotes. Old Man un jūra.
The storm has raged here for hours, the water's plunging in on me the remains of my creation is swallowed slowly down by the troubled sea into unconsecrated
The storm has raged here for hours, the water's plunging in on me The remains of my creation is swallowed slowly down By the troubled sea Into unconsecrated
