September sun blowing golden hair Now keep in mind, son, she was never there October's rust bisecting black storm clouds Only the deaf hear my silent
September sun blowing golden hair Now keep in mind son She was never there October's rust Bisecting black storm clouds Only the deaf hear my silent
Tulkojums: O tipa Negatīva. Septembris Saule.
: September sun blowing golden hair Now keep in mind son She was never there October's rust Bisecting black storm clouds Only the deaf hear my silent