?ll breathe in the air We?ll walk till the sea is all that we?re near With worn empty hands and tired eyes And oh, behold, we have left And oh, behold, we
we move with the waves I'll breathe in the air We'll walk till the sea is all that we're near With worn empty hands and tired eyes Will hope be all we
Tulkojums: Vanna. Ellē mutē Mēs marts.
