In the small hours I realize what I have done In the small hours I realize what I have done I held the hand that threw the stone that killed the bird that woke the city I held the hand that threw the stone that killed the bird that woke the city and I could not feel the flower in my hand I could not feel the cracks beneath my feet and black holes in the sandTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
