Coded ancient the crease Unlock the timers And strike the chimers In my sleep
Grab the coat, steal the fleece From behind the curtain It will most certainly Will bring peace
To those with countless numbers No cold or hot Like things that I will keep And hide them in my sleep
They with countless numbers No cold or hot Like things that I will keep And hide them in my sleep
Coded ancient Oh, brightness we shall see Loaded up and at night when We shall flee
Not to tread through The heavy life sink in the dream On the right night You'll find her waiting
Selling things for cheap The things that I will keepTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
