The plight of man Is often self inflicted Through hasteful aspirations And narcissistic vanity O Mary I have not wrote you Half the trouble we have had We missed the mountain pass By two days And winter has stricken
We freeze and starve and suffer We plot and scavenge the corpses And the stars remain indifferentTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
