The day that he met you he tried to forget What you took from him, his whole life he'd regret He trembled around his loved ones, couldn't know Would they look at him like a sick cirus show
Would they laugh like the one who bestowed his pain? The devil would surely and poisoned his brain The gun from his father they'd never have seen Poor mama, your boy lost his life at sixteenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
