Once upon a golden day Of flutter and laughter And warm sunshine rays frolicking in forests In the afternoon glow
His hands playfully sifting through sand Here in German woodland Soon, innocence grew terribly ill His gaze showing traces of parasitic ill will The start of a tale that is about to unfold Singing of woe, of rot and of mouldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
