You'll pay for this! I hope you end in a graveyard with the cholera, the rabies and the plague! Cut me loose, you filthy bastard! I hope your mother ends up in a two dollar whorehouse! - You want to know whose son you are? You don't, everybody does: You're the son of a thousand fathers! - Cut me loose! You can still save yourself; let me go and I'll pardon you! Let me go, you son of a bitch! You're brave with a man who's tied up - come back, you bastard! You want to know whose son you are? You don't, everybody does: You're the son of a thousand fathers!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
