Why do you hide inside your walls? When there is music in my halls All I see is an empty room No more joy on an empty tune. It's so good to sing all day To dance, to spin, to fly away Is someone there? Is it time for the show? Is somebody there? Creeping through the room Up upon my stage? Which feels more like a tomb Oo~~~~ Perhaps notTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
