She appeared to me as a mirage Down on my knees I feel so hard I guess my luck is running dry Without her love I can't survive
I hear her voice blow in the wind I long to her my dearest friend
She appeared to me as a mirage Down on my knees I feel so hard I guess my luck is running dry Without her love I can't surviveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
