Lost in the storming of the north someone warm up his own beloved a feeble flower of the north
No one can hear their sos but could someone ever care less, of those two flowers grown in frozen grass?
She was brighter than a star he loved to watch the rain and just like a trick of life they departed in winter
Two frozen hearts sleep in the dust bonded by time in tears and rust in the darkest hall of winter lust
No one could hear their sos and no-one could ever care less, about two creatures laid to restTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
