It was the year my son was born The same year my sis' walked into the woods And was never seen again I still call her name sometimes, just in case
The snows came at noon And the sky was a bitter blue
Some were callin' it a punishment from God Then my dad said: "That's a strange thing to call the weather" And we laughed togetherTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
