Locked up in the distance In the falter above us As the contrails pass, you spoke your mind Old photos distort you And you're frowning a smile As the
Locked up in the distance in the falter above us as the contrails pass you spoke your mind old photos distort you and you're frowning a smile as
Tulkojums: Sparta. Katarakta.
The saving shelter I want to achieve This last drop of blood running down my knees I see the path of endless passion No estimation for my determination
