look I’m fighting now hear the clash of armour metal shade of eyebrow feel on an empty spot reflected in drop from unwise eyes from unwise eyes motion
form and become myself again rain touches me with its cold hands I’m a midwife and a gravedigger all is full of offered chances all offers chance
and even if sometimes from the dark shield of sky run unwise ideas half open door broken glass on the floor golden ring on his finger lamp instead of the sun sun closed in my eyes
lights of imagination be the field of imagination be addicted to blooming all offers chance
I’m the field of imagination be addicted be addicted to bloomingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
