Waiting for the eyes brimstone jewelery surrounds your face Fire burns my soul
White medieval women make an exhibition of flesh under black parasols
And all the leather, furs, flowers and lust this is where we belong this is where we belong
The minstrels perform here children have Freedom of desire rose masquerade The old mans glass Face eyes move still alive, tears cascade his last parade
And all the leather, furs, flowers and lust this is where we belong this is where we belong
Unworthy captives with palms sweat wetTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
