Hanging down from my window, those are my wind chimes. On the warm breeze, the little bells tinkle like wind chimes. Though it's hard, I try not to look at my wind chimes. Now and then a tear rolls off my cheek.
Close your eyes and lean back and listen to wind chimes. In the late afternoon, you're hung up on wind chimes. Though it's hard, I try not to look at my wind chimes.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.