hands of fools. Confusion will be my epitaph. As I crawl a cracked and broken path If we make it we can all sit back and laugh. But I fear tomorrow
fools. Confusion will be my epitaph. As I crawl a cracked and broken path If we make it we can all sit back and laugh. But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Tulkojums: King Crimson. Epitāfija, ieskaitot marts bez iemesla, un arī rīt, Tomor.
Tulkojums: King Crimson. Epitāfija Tostarp martā bez iemesla un.
of fools. Confusion will be my epitaph. As I crawl a cracked and broken path If we make it we can all sit back and laugh. But I fear tomorrow I'll be