And I often sigh I often wonder why I'm still here and I still cry And I often cry I often spill a tear Over those not here But still they are so near
And I often sigh I often wonder why I'm still here and I still cry And I often cry I often spill a tear Over those not here But still they are
Tulkojums: Lāsts. Bezmiega '96.
Tulkojums: Lāsts. Bezmiega.
: And I often sigh I often wonder why I'm still here and I still cry And I often cry I often spill a tear Over those not here But still they are
: And I often sigh I often wonder why I'm still here and I still cry And I often cry I often spill a tear Over those not here But still they are so