The rain slowly falls calling the autumn, The leaves are trembling for fear of the announced chill As they stand out still green against the annoyed sky; But nobody cares about their muted desparate cries But maybe the drunk man in his mad frenzy …
I need to exorcize this uselessness! The good smell of the wet fir’s branches together with the soothing spirit of brandy in my brain already prey to the thunder.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
