Who will all alone Dribble the bull of gold? Who has the courage to face His tough sharpened horns?
Few remember to say Few have force to face Kill the letter that kills... ...live the faith...
Dalila wants to cut my hair Golias doesn't get to lift Jericó now is a tourist point I write metaphors on saturday
Few remember to say Few have force to face Kill the letter that kills... ...live the faith...
The postman passed here Lutero loved this letter He didn't sew the torned veil And either it was counting the moons
I´m not the slave's son I don't live in the hill I don't build what i've destroyed My savior didn't die in vainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
